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This is a stand alone story. It starts mid stream
for reasons I can go into later. The names have
been changed. I'm looking for feedback on this.
What parts are good? What parts need 
improvement? Do I have hope as an erotica
writer?

Thanks

=====
 
She pulls down my bikini underwear and I hear a 
ripping sound as a seam tears. My penis, fully
erect and hard as a rock bounces out of its confines,
a slight glistening of pre-cum on its dark burgundy
head.
 
Her beautiful, almond shaped eyes are wild with
excitement. She's clearly lost it and she has one 
thing on her mind. She grabs the shaft of my penis
and pulls me towards her onto the bed. With a 
flick of her tongue she licks the pre-cum off the
head and shoves half my penis into her mouth.
Her hands grab my ass, caressing each cheek
as she begins her sucking action, moving her
head up and down and using her tongue on the
underside of my pulsating member. 
 
I can feel a tingling in my testicles and my head
begins to reel. I'm about to come in her mouth,
and come hard. She's an expert in giving head,
but this isn't what I had in mind for this perfect 
evening. 
 
I gently grab her hands off my ass and move her
away from me. Her mouth disengages from my
penis and her lips immediately form into a pout,
angry over her lost toy.

With a light little aikido twist of her wrist, I twist
her body around, her chest falling onto the bed.
I grab her ankles and pull her legs off the bed,
bending her over in a position I know she's come
to love. 
 
She groans in delight at what she knows is 
coming and gives out a little giggle at my enthusiasm.
But tonight will be different. Tonight she will
experience an evening she will never forget.
It started with a limousine ride to her favorite
restaurant, a dozen roses and her favorite
champagne waiting in the car. How it finished
would determine the rest of our lives, and whether
we would have a life together or not.
 
I reach under the bed for my little surprise, and 
then climb on top of her.  I quickly grab one of her
wrists and "click" the handcuff snaps into place.
She tries to sit up with her other arm, but I grab
it out from under her and "click," both hands are
cuffed behind her back.
 
"Hey," she says, "what are you up to?"
 
"I'm preparing you for the best night of your life, but
I need you to trust me -- will you trust me?" I think back
on the wonderful year we've had together.  Besides
great sex, we've laughed together, cried together, 
and shared each others lives. Sometimes we took
exciting trips, but more often than not we enjoyed 
each others love and affection while performing more 
mundane activities, like cooking dinner, doing laundry
or shopping for groceries.
 
"Sure, I trust you," she responds.
 
"No, I mean really trust me, like your life is in my hands.
I need you to know that I would never do anything to 
hurt you, that I would never put you through anything
that would make you unhappy, that I love you dearly."
 
"Of course I trust you Gary."
 
"Good." I say. Jumping up off the bed I grab a necktie
hanging from the open closet door, my favorite, a 
multi-shaded blue tie, the one that always gets me
the job, the raise, or in the past -- the girl.
 
I tie the necktie around her head as a blindfold.  I can
feel her body tense in apprehension. Slowly, I begin
massaging her back while straddling her body. 
"Relax." I whisper.  
 
I feel her body loosen up again. My plan is ready to 
unfold. Handcuffed, blindfolded, naked and more 
aroused than I've ever seen her, the woman of my
dreams has momentarily put me in complete 
control of her life. 
 
I pick up the phone and begin dialing.
 
"Who are you calling." She asks in alarm.
 
"You said you would trust me, remember?" I say
devilishly.
 
"Yeah, but..." 
 
"Do you want me to gag you too?"
 
She lets out her breath in frustration and remains
quiet.
 
With the phone up to my ear, I continue.
 
"Yeah, Dominick, meet me over here in a few minutes."
 
Her head jerks up a bit. "What are you..."
 
"I mean it," I say, "I *will* gag you."
 
She keeps quiet.  Although we've talked about 
handcuffs and tried the blindfold, being gagged
was probably more than she was willing to endure.
There's no way to yell stop, or give instructions, or
do anything except be a slave. It was her last bit
of control and she wasn't going to lose it unless
there's was a very good reason.
 
I walk out into the kitchen and prepare for the arrival
of Dom.  I'm sure she's curious and maybe a bit
scared as she hears me opening drawers and 
cupboards and finally, the sound of the front door
opening and closing. I arrange Dom where I want
him and return.
 
Still naked, I walk back into the bedroom and straddle
her on the bed again. 
 
"Ok, honey, here are the rules. Are you ready?"
 
"Yes, but..." she stammers.
 
"First rule is no more questions. You do what I tell
you and that's all."
 
Her face bunches up into a grimace, usually the 
face she makes before we have a disagreement.

"Ok." she says.
 
I get up off her slowly, checking for a moment to 
make sure the handcuffs are on tight and her blindfold
is adequately tied.  Then I grab her arms and pull
her up off the bed. The handcuffs dig into her soft
wrists and she lets out a little groan of pain. I know
from experience that a small amount of pain turns
her on in the bedroom.
 
I march her into the kitchen, move a chair away from
the table, and push her torso down onto the blue
cotton tablecloth. As she's bent over I take a step
back and look at her tight little body. Juices glisten
from her pubic hair, which I see peeking out from 
under her ass. My other companion for the evening,
Dom, sits at the other end of the table, glistening 
with sweat in anticipation. I smile at him.
 
"Are you ready for rule number two?"
 
"Yes." She says, this time obediently but obviously
with a bit of fear towards her unknown guest.
 
"Ok, rule number two is that if you want something,
you have to ask it from Dom. This means that
if you want me to make love to you, you have to say,
Dominick, please make love to me."
 
"Wwwait a minute, who is Dominick?" she stammers.
"Can I at least talk to him?"
 
"No more questions! Dom here is a buddy of mine.  
You'll have plenty of time to say what you want to Dom.
Rule number three is that you have to ask for what you
want in simple language, something that Dom can
understand. He never went to college, so if you talk about
your clitoris or my penis, you may find him massaging
your waffle iron or the toaster.  It's your cunt and my cock,
got it?"
 
"Yes," she says stammering, "But I don't know if I'm ready 
for another man..." she says before being interrupted.
 
"This is the last warning; no more questions. Rule number
four is that punishment for not following the rules is my
immediate leaving of the game. I'll let Dominick take over.
That includes asking another question."
 
"Ok." she says apprehensively, discipline taking hold
again.
 
I wonder what will happen if she intentionally breaks the
rules. How do I feel about my love wanting to have sex
with another man, and one she hasn't even met!  I begin
to doubt if this was such a good idea. Dom surely wouldn't
mind, but the thought of her wanting another man may
be more than I can take. I'm not sure I'm willing to deal
out the punishment, to call her bluff.
 
In any case, I drop to my knees and start kissing her 
thighs. She lets out a groan, at last what she's been
waiting for, back to sex and relief from that torrent of 
smaller orgasms.
 
"Tell me what you want." I say.
 
"Stick your tongue in my vagina again." she responds.
 
"No, you have to say, Dom, please lick my cunt." I remind
her.
 
"Ohh!  Ok, Dom, please lick my, uh, cunt." She says
awkwardly.
 
I begin work on her again, I turn myself around, my tongue
rhythmically  licking in and out of her vagina. Juices slowly
flow down my chin, a mixture of her juices and my saliva.
I build up the speed slowly, her hips beginning to grind
against my face.
 
"Dominick, Faster! Faster!"
 
I increase my speed and I watch as the juices continue 
to flow. Her body tenses up as another orgasm takes
over her body. She grasps at the tablecloth and I hear 
something fall off the table and roll across the floor
next to my leg; the pepper shaker.
 
She's covered in sweat and my tongue is sore from 
all this great exercise. 
 
"Dominick," she says, "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt with your
hard cock. I want you now!"
 
Now I'm really turned on. She rarely talks dirty, which
is why I made it part of the rules. Dominick sits
patiently on the kitchen counter, sweating, but not 
saying a word.
 
I stand up behind her, my penis rock hard from all
this excitement. Without warning I thrust myself inside
her, burying the shaft deep inside her and pushing
her against the table with the force. 
 
She gasps in astonishment at my lack of warning,
and the feeling and size of my fully erect penis. I've 
never been so hard before, and I imagine I'm 
probably at least seven inches, all buried deep inside
her. Plus I'm not wearing a condom for the first time
since college, and definitely the first time with her. 
The sensation is overwhelming and  I know she can 
tell I'm raw, unprotected and more erect than she's 
ever come to know me.  It takes all my effort in these
first few seconds to avoid coming.
 
I take a couple of deep breaths to regain control.
Then I begin. I slowly, but repeatedly push myself
in and out of her, my penis almost disengaging
from her loving vagina. In response I can feel her
vaginal muscles tensing up and grabbing my 
penis as it almost pulls out of her each time. 
This loving play, where her vagina refuses to give
me up, continues for several more minutes.
 
"Fuck me Dominick, Fuck me!" she yells.
 
I increase speed, trying to think of something in my
mind that will keep me from losing my head and 
coming like a wild animal deep inside her. Football,
baseball, books I've read recently, my Christmas
list, anything to keep me going while the pressure
builds within her.
 
I sense her body tightening up. She begins to 
convulse, her ass muscles quivering, a champagne
glass shatters onto the floor as the table shakes, and
she screams out in ecstasy.
 
"Oh Gary! Oh Gary, Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhh, I love you."

I lose myself in her screams, my body convulses
and I feel the cum rising and shooting deep inside
her. All I can see is red as my mind blanks out.
Later she tells me that I screamed as well, but
I find that for that split second I was no longer in my
body.
 
I collapse on top of her, both of us sweating 
profusely and panting like we've just run a marathon.
She's still handcuffed and blindfolded and I notice
a small trickle of blood running down her hands
from where the cuffs bit into her skin during her
animalistic ecstasy.

As I catch my breathe I say to her "You broke the
rules, you said my name."
 
"Yes, but..."
 
"That means it's time for Dom to fuck you like
an animal."
 
"No Gary, I only want you, nobody else." she says,
still panting.
 
"Nope," I say, "Rules are rules, it's Dom's turn."
 
 She begins to shake and panic. I grab the necktie
from around her head and slowly untie it.
 
"Are you ready for Dom?" I say.
 
She looks like she's going to cry. Her fantasy
of having sex with a stranger is about to come true,
but she's changed her mind, wishing more to sleep
in my arms than actualize her long held fantasy.
 
As I untie the necktie she looks around the room.
I see a mix of emotions on her face. First shock, then
surprise, and finally a smile.
 
Sitting on the kitchen counter in a bucket of ice, dripping 
with  condensation is a bottle of Dom Perignon wrapped
in a red ribbon. Next to the bottle is a small velvety box.
 
Naked and wet with sweat I walk over and pick
up the box. 
 
I walk back toward her. She's dripping with sweat,
cum running down her thigh. Again I drop to my 
knees, but this time with other intentions.
 
I open up the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring,
shimmering in the dim light of the kitchen.
 
"Sherry." I say to her, with a tear in my eye.  "Will
you marry me?"
 
She begins to cry. Tears stream down her face. She 
tilts her head towards her shoulder, motioning to 
the handcuffs.
 
"Do I have much choice?" She replies with a smile.
 
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