My wife used to have me write her erotica. It helped her get in the mood and discover passion for me. This was one such. I finished it after we separated in memory of what I all the time wanted to give her. Security.

Im not a writer and need practice. Thank you

A place to set worries apart and take you. The place you’ve all the time spoken of wanting. A place for you to discover your unbridled kink. A place for our hearts to link.

You come as if we never met. You come open. Open to new darks and maybe open doors closed shut.

As you enter I set unseen and ask “what are you here for? You take breathes as if my fingers were running down your flank. “I’m here to be taken and released.

Your instructed to take off your panties and hang them on the wall but leave your leather skirt on. I ask you to put your hands together in front of you as I jump down from the loft. Landing just behind you as you startle.

In the candle light I bind your hands and blow cold air across your nipples to harden them. I ask you to raise arms and hook above. You are pulled just taught, standing erect, light dancing apon the feast.

I begin to quicken thinking of what may tempt you. What may wetten your pussy. What may make you squirt and scream together. Wondering if you want pain or just the firm feel of my fingers over you. I’m hard and wet from the thoughts.

Moving behind you, taking your panties from the wall, I smell them and ask when you put them on. Like a good kinky bitch you tell me days ago. Saying you want me to have the full sent of you, this sends pulse quickening through me. I refrain from dropping down and spreading your wet cunt then. I want to ignore my profound lusts and focus on your pleasures and fears.

As I look apon the wall at the wide variety of tools I think of what to grab first. A paddle for spanking, a dount gag for spitting or more rope for binding. Before reaching I take another deep sniff of your sweet odor. With the surge of nasty kink it sends throw me I grasp your bottom jaw, pinching the lip between your sexy teeth and my firm thumb. I pull your mouth open and lick your upper lip before shoving your dryed cream panties in and I breathe deep the mingled sent of mouth and pussy. Drives me wild but I show non of its effects on me. Sends me dreaming of the smell of your nectar on another tongue to lick and kiss.

Having you there to take drives me wild. Wanting to create your orgasms over and over but not let you cum. Wanting to ram my cock down your throat through the donut gag, wanting to tie your arms to your legs so you are bent completely and savage your hairy asshole unmercipally in a rage of lust.

Awww… But this is not what I want. I want to create your arousal and push you to the threshold of climax. I want you so heightened and wanting that you are asking for me to do the nasty kink that I desire. So horny that you almost come every time I touch you. Ideas begin to surface like a dripping road map of lust, bit marks and small bruises connected by whip welt lines.

Thinking of what your like, looking your tight sexy body over I want to touch you. Seeing in you that touch arouses you I firmly run fingers over your lower legs, working up and worshipping past your thighs, over your delicious ass cheeks then to your hips. Just above your hair, there’s the spot I was wanting. You arch and groan, clamping legs together. I push pull and rub firmer just brushing clit sporadically. Wanting to discover another sweet spot my right hand falls off to search. Caressing over ribs gripping a wonderful small tit and pinching. You cry out while twisting. Our first bit of pain makes you thrust as if you were fucking something hard and deep. I slow and tame you, bring you back down to slide my hand up your breast, fingers just dusting the neck and you stiffen, drawing short fast breath. As I lean into bit behind your neck just as fingers penetrates your lips and firmly press your wet tongue, you explode into writhing pleasure. Moaning so loud, going limp to fall to ground, but I have you strongly captured. I bit harder to make you scream and test what pain will bring, fingers deeper to gag your throat, instead of scream to stop a surprise or animal groans and hot liquid from your hairy cunt. Biting seem your pleasure I think as you beg me to rub you. To make you cum, I whisper instead the funs just begun.

I tell you I want you bound completely, incapable of controlling ur climax. Tied to where I can access areas needed, but your movements can stop the vibrating pleasure. To bring you to pain of stimulation you crazy with thinking your pussy cannot take it. Then when your tensing to release I’ll stop it as you beg for release. Begging for my hard cock to slam in and pound you. Begging for my cum to fill you. But that would end our efforts. Long this will take and I want your tantric surrender.

One hand gripping the back of your neck, the other grabbing your ass crack firmly, finger just slipping in your so wet pussy, I quickly lift your body. Lifting high to unhook hands, leaving you bound, laying you down. Flipping you over on the soft rug I see a glimpse as your ass crack opens, seeing tight hairy ass let’s a moan slip from my lips. Unable to stop it before it’s out, my 1st sound and show of pleasure. You tense and quiver, I take note of the effect and lean in to moan low in your ear while pulling a fist of hair. You pulse with pleasure and I know when to us it later.

Pulling your legs open wide hearing the wetness as your swollen pussy opens I wrap your legs and ankles with coils so to not hurt you, to bad.

Tightening the ropes simultaneously from the wall your legs spread wide as feasible and you grunt unable to move. Your arm out from under you, pulled up above head, roped to the wall taught. You are bound and held to torture, submitted in rope, open to defile. I run red with want…then calm to touch and add one last piece, a rope for your teeth. Lightly gagged, something to bit on.

Wanting a touch to raise you I grab the long chrome hook. Lightly running it over your skin, the chill touch feel makes you sing. Long wet moans, wet collecting in your bush. I’m wanting and take the hook ran down your neck over you back, as you rise caress over your ass and down to run over your wetness, just covering the ball at end but no penetration. I lift and suck, clean your juices from it’s hardness. This sound stirs you, you like to hear me suck something covered in pussy?

Knowing that sound spiked your pleasure sets flashes of future through my mind. Seeing us in this place with another. A man maybe would suits your cravings. Four hands on your body, two cocks in and out of your wet and hairy. Kissing you after both sucking dick drips of your juice from the tip.

Maybe another time.

Gleaming hook back to your skin, cold sets your goosebumps to ripples. I push it up your back again and softly hook around your neck, a long intake of breath stopped short by a firm yank and your head is lifted choking. Your eyes wide open mouth too. Small noise escape twitching and spitting. Relax the tension and you cry out breath of heavy moans. I lean in to ask if your cunt is ready, please is what you groan. I tie the large vibrator to the inside of your thigh so it cannot move from where your hairy mound splits and wetness begins. You mutter no..no…to much..I cannot take it. But also begin to rock your hips and create the squirts I hope for. As you wiggle in torment of over stimulation I run the ball of the hook up and down your ass crack just pushing your pussy. Your building energy and whaling wildly, squirming looking for an end but I penetrate you instead. Fast and swift I buried the hook in you, scream and hot juice fill me. Faster and faster the hook drills you, deeper across your G spot and deepest rubbing your cervix. You gasp and grunt out breath mingled with blips of almost formed screams. I think I can make you cum in an instant so caught up almost forgetting that I’m torturing you. Thirsting your sexual soul by giving then taking the climax away before you can achieve.

In all the rush you cum, long, tense, quivering with moans of pleasure on the brink of pain. A warm gush from between your legs and you soften and relax. Breathing ragged, twisting slowly. Your aura changes and I see confusion in your face. Some ting from your subconscious, some old hurt surfaced. I quickly unbind you. Roll you into my arms and hold you like rain returning to the river. As you let your armor fall the tears come. After so long of knowing you, holding you, loving you I never know what happens in there. I’m a stranger to my wife’s inner pains. Knowing I may never know, know why you love me to kink you. Your climax bringing twisted emotions.

I shed just wet eye’s hoping to someday know what troubles you. Joy soars my heart like an eagle, my vows to never leave you, to all the time hold you. I just hold you. Rock you. Kiss your gorgeous face. Strengthening my heart to warm us. Channeling all I am to secure us. We fall asleep nested in our place. You give me more an you’ll ever know. I love you my sweet foxwife.