Sexy relationship

Today, the allusions to BDSM relationship in sexy have become common. Magazines, books and even movies and TV are in great condition. One can even say that it is fashionable. Our sexy relationship started long before that. Long ago, we were married for about two years and we always lived the great love. As our resources were small, we lived in an old apartment. Our room was furnished as a small television set on a wooden box and an old sofa bed serving to guests. One evening we were watching television and start kissing. For some reason, Sophie was very excited. I switched the sofa bed. We were so feverish that at the speed of light we found ourselves naked and TV closed.

While we kissed passionately, my hands ran over the body of Sophie.


While showing genuine excitement, Sophie moved constantly. She cooed with pleasure, but never stopped turning, opening the legs, closing then folding them back to her and then back down. She did the same with her arm. She hugged me then left me, then rode her arms above her head, then lowered. In short, she kicked so much in every sense, in that it became frustrating.
An idea crossed my mind then. In less than two, I got up, ran to the linen cupboard / pharmacy. I returned without the show, with old bandages, elastic bandage used for sprains.

By holding out his arms for me to dive back to her, she said: "What were you doing? Where where you gone?" I immediately resumed my caresses. Noting that she was moving in all directions and that I would not appease her anger when I decided to put my idea out. I grabbed her wrist by attaching very quickly with a band. "But what are you doing?" Without saying anything, I sat astride it. I spent the strap under the couch and once emerged from the other side I tied her other wrist. She resisted. I started to kiss her. She struggled and tried to give me kicks. So I decided to tie her legs well quartered, tying her ankles, always with bands, the legs of the couch.

She pulled on her bonds, a bit frustrated that I remained indifferent to her protests. I started to kiss her all over her body. She tried to push my kisses and finally said:
"OK, but it's too tight." It seemed more angry and she assured me that the links ached. I did what she said trying to meet her fear of being tied too tight. It was released as nodes so that their effectiveness seemed more symbolic than anything else. I started my caresses. Finally, the links had the look of her, for she began to move in simulating she was a prisoner of links, which was not really the case. She had finally agreed to play the game my caresses became more intense and I headed to her pubis.

I started kissing and licking her vulva. With my tongue I caressed her labia then Go Active on her clitoris. Sophie was so excited, she drew on the links of his wrists and made extra turns and increasing its capital. Then I went back to her, kissing her belly and breasts, then I have imbued with passion. Our desire and pleasure had a new intensity. Our enjoyment was rapid, full of cries and groans. Soon subsided, I felt that Sophie was very excited to be released. That's what I did, then I curled up against her, stroking her belly and breasts. She purred with pleasure. When she regained consciousness, she bombarded me with questions: "What did you take? How did you think of that? " In short, there were plenty of questions, but I knew by her eyes, there was no reproach.

She seemed quite serene and full of contentment. We have laid long, happy to be against each other after such antics. This need to be tethered or attached, was no longer felt for many months. And then one Sunday afternoon:
"Sophie, do you remember the time I've tied you on the sofa?"