You clasp one cuff on my right hand and then attach it to the bedpost. You attach my left as well and I’m helpless.

I know your wife only likes missionary. I know she doesn’t blow you off or let you eat her out. So I want you to use me how you want.

You start at my tits. Pinching and rolling one nipple while you suck and bite on the other. You take your time, too. I feel myself getting wet. So wet. You may not have done this in a while, but you’re accomplished.

You keep kissing down and down. You open my knees and kiss my clit. Then you dip your tongue in the wetness of my arousal. You look up and ask me if it’s ok. Oh yes. It’s just fine. As you tease my clit and hook a finger inside, I know you’re going to make me come. Being cuffed by an actual cop is high on my list of fetishes. This is fucking awesome. But then I get the shock of my life. You moisten a finger in my pussy, and you slide it in my bottom while you lick me and tease my g spot. And I do come. In waves and shudders and amazement. You sit up. Lick your lips. And I see that you’re hard again and I’m so wet and ready for you. But not missionary.

I ask you what you want. I end up on my side. You curled behind me. You enter me and it is so hot and your arms are around me but it’s not sleepy spoon sex. You hold me close and fuck me hard. The closeness is sweet but you’re not slowing down. You kiss my neck. You tell me that you think of this all the time and you already want more. You tell me that when you’re at your desk you dream of me being under it with your cock in my mouth. That when you lie in bed you wish you could be inside me. That being deep inside me is incredible. That we fit just right. You roll me over and fuck me from behind. Biting my neck. My blonde hair everywhere. You press your finger on my clit and we both come. It’s incredible.

As I’m driving home, I smell like you and I taste like you.