Many thoughts cross my mind regarding the prospect of exploring bondage, would this be the day I ask myself?
The sun is warm on my back as we sit out on the patio and unwind. I am so thrilled to see him. We have been separated due to work and are spending a few days together away from home. Our relationship, in its present incarnation, is somewhat new and I am feeling so horny towards him!
“Want to see the hay loft?” He enquires.
I follow him up the wooden ladder inside the barn. It smells musty, dry and warm. Out of the corner of my eye I watch him open a bottle of Cava and fill two glasses. My main focus is taken by some ropes strategically placed hanging from one of the rafters and a horse whip lying nearby on the hay.
I take the glass he is offering and sip the sparkling wine. My mind is racing with expectation. We have talked about exploring bondage and all its trappings and because we have known each other intimately over many years there aren’t many things we won’t discuss. At this moment he is taking me at my word – have I been bluffing? I look in his eyes and realise in a short while we will both know the answer to this question.
I had a casual relationship many years before which involved spanking and some other kinky activities. With that experience under my belt I am certain I like pain and also I know that I don’t want to be the dominant one where sex is concerned, but whips and ropes?
He hasn’t been my man long. We have wanted each other for ages but circumstances haven’t been kind to us. Perhaps this fact contributed to the electric intensity that often sparked between us. We don’t have to wait anymore, we aren’t young, I think to myself.