Sexcapade #1- Contorted in Handcuffs

Posted by Saucy Sexy on July 11th, 2005 filed in Erotic Tales |

My boyfriend always keeps a peacock feather, whipped cream and handcuffs in his room handy just in case we get a chance to fool around. So when we found the house empty one afternoon, we immediately rushed to his room.

As I was lying on the bed with my hands cuffed on the posts of the bed’s head, writhing from the dual stimulation of the gliding soft feather and his rough tongue lapping the whipped cream off my skin, my heady pleasure was interrupted by loud knocking on his door.

It was his father who had come home unexpectedly.

Frantically, my boyfriend searched for the key, but to no avail. I ended up contorting my nude body to hide behind the computer desk that stood between the bed and the door. To add to my agony, I was horrified to hear his father insisting to come in to get something. Good thing my boyfriend was able to persuade him otherwise.

Finally, when the door closed, I made sure my boyfriend made it up to me in long pleasurable ways that I didn’t mind when we only found the key hours later hidden among our clothes.

*Brenda, 19

Note: A perfect example when truth is stranger than fiction, i.e. all the details of this story are totally true, as told to me by a friend, who swore that everything’s true.

*Name has been changed.

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