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“I’m glad you could make it,” I say, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you walk into the house. I’m wearing a sweater that barely covers my chest, a short skirt, and thigh high socks. I watch as your eyes travel up and down my body, taking in every inch of me. I smile, knowing that you’re already getting hard in your pants.
“Thanks for inviting me,” you say, your voice low and husky. I can tell that you’re trying to keep your cool, but it’s already slipping away.
“I have to help my mom in the kitchen for a bit,” I say, taking your hand and leading you towards the bedroom. “But I have a little something to hold you over until dinner.”
I push open the door to my bedroom and pull you inside, closing it behind us. I can feel your eyes on me as I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of handcuffs. Continue reading “Blue Balls for Dinner”