Tied and Teased.

It couldn’t have been more then 20 minutes since she stripped off my work clothes and cuffed me to the outside of the bedroom door. I’d never seen her in this outfit before; a form-fitting black pencil skirt, 4-inch heels, her hair perfectly tousled. She knew my sexual buttons, and she pushed every single one of them for over an hour before she left our apartment because she “it was getting a little hot in here.” Eventually I heard the sound of the front door open, the clicking of high heels on the hallway floor, her unmistakable giggle, and I distinctly thought I detected the voice of her best friend, Sophia.