A fantasy
As we kiss, you lead me to the living room, to the couch and kiss me so deeply I do not notice what you are doing. Before I can say a word, my hand has been tied to the table leg. I look at you, questions in my eyes but I do not ask them. I trust you. I see that the table has a warm blanket placed on top of it, to cover the cold marble tiles. You kiss me again, so deeply I forget about my surroundings, forget about being bound to the table. You have my dress off so quickly, it does not interrupt our passion, and then my bra, but leave my thong and heels. I move to reach for you, but you sit me on the table, you lie me down. My other hand is bound above my head, and you readjust my other hand, for my comfort. Tying a scarf around my eyes, I relax. You stuff a ring gag into my mouth, I try to protest but you have become an expert at getting it on me so quickly. All that can be heard of my protests are the occasional groan. “Just relax, you will enjoy this” is the last thing you say before you attach my headphones, with porn playing loudly through them. I try to relax my body, I know you, I trust you. You disappear for what feels like forever.
