Thursday, November 10, 2011

A Bit of Fiction


This is the beginning of a story I'm writing. I started this for my knight, but have since  decided to share parts of it here. 
Opinions are welcome.


The note on the door that joined our house and garage was my first indication that she was up to something. “Get naked and come in though the back door. Leave your clothes and shoes in the car.”

I stripped in our garage as instructed. She'd never left me a note like this before and my mind tried to figure out what she was planning. I took my time folding my jeans and shirt while I thought about what could be waiting for me inside. Why, after 20 years of marriage was I acting like a nervous school boy when faced with walking in my own home nude? My palms were sweaty and my breathing shallow. I considered getting dressed and pretending I hadn't seen her note, but I didn't want to disappoint her. I took a deep breath and opened the door to the house.
I found her sitting on the couch with a glass of what appeared to be wine in her hand. She stood up and smiled at me. Her deep blue, strapless gown was elegant and beautiful. She leaned over and put her wine glass on the end table, giving me a great view of her cleavage.

“Oh, good. You're home,”she said leaning in to kiss me.“ I see you found my note,” she said as she reached down and tickled my balls with her nails.

I blushed. “Yes I found your note. What's this all about?” I asked as I ran my hand over the bust of her silk gown.

She grinned at me and ran her nails down my back and whispered in my ear, “Pour yourself a glass of wine and then get dinner off the counter. Bring it in for me.” She followed up the request with a deep kiss.

I poured my wine, took a sip and then headed into the kitchen. If I was nervous before, now I just felt ridiculous. And exposed and unsure and nervous. I hadn't been this nervous around her since the day I asked her to marry me

I grabbed the plate of finger foods on the counter and carried it into the living room.

I set the plate on the coffee table with a flourish, “Your dinner milady.”

She leaned in to kiss me and the next thing I knew, my hands were tied behind my back. “Hey! What are you doing?” I shouted out of surprise.


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