This story starts out with me in jail... and ends with me in jail.
But that's sort of suitable for a story about myself, is it not?
This is more or less a telling of me falling in love with a man I gravely didn't deserve, and him changing my life in...
3300 words of pure smut. You are, indeed, welcome lol Enjoy, lovelies! Now I'm off to smoke a cig cause gahdayum (Don't smoke cigs though kids, do as I say and not as I do) Enjoy, lovelies!! xoxo Warning: Explicit Content ;)
John
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I watched as Derek climbed onto my bed. If he wasn't completely naked right now, sleep cuddled up with him would've sounded absolutely fantastic. It still sounded great, but I just imagined how much better it would be after Derek and I worked up a real appetite for it.
I approached him where he was on his usual side of the bed which was the left side, but diverted from him slightly to bend down and grab a few things from my bedside table drawer.
"Whatchya getting?" I heard Derek ask as he got situated and comfortable above the fluffed duvet. He was a bit nervous, I could tell from his voice, but I heard a bit of curiosity there as well. "Like lube or something? Like to help with..."
My eyes caught his when I turned my head to him. "I told you our first time would be gentle," that was when I reached back into my bedside table to grab the rest of what I needed, "but I also promised a little excitement before then."
Derek's eyes shifted to what I was now holding. It was a pair of restraints, sort of like two handcuffs but the part that wrapped around your wrists were soft leather instead of metal. Much more comfortable for play... especially with what I had in mind.
"Oh." I heard Derek say, before he slowly nodded. Even more curiosity flooded his face. My eyes cast further down Derek's body, watching as his cock twitched slightly at that, to which Derek immediately tried to cover it up by raising the leg closest to me. I'd grabbed pretty much everything I needed from the drawer anyways, so when I straightened myself up, I got a perfect view of Derek in his entirety— that modest leg didn't nothing.
And fuckinghell, man. He was so goddamn perfect.
"So they're like handcuffs?" He asked.
"A bit," I nodded. "More comfortable. Just something to keep your hands out of my way."
Derek's eyes widened slightly.
"Do you remember the safe word?"
He nodded. "Pineapple."
The way he said it was so fucking adorable, I had to stop myself from chuckling. I settled on a smile instead.
"Good. And remember, like I said, whenever you don't like something, you want to stop, you don't want to do this anymore, et cetera et cetera... just tell me. I am not some horned up teenager with no self control and whatever stupid lesson that's been taught about the very infamous blue balls, I'd like you to forget completely. Just because you agreed to certain things earlier doesn't mean I'm entitled to anything then or now, especially with something like this."
