Bedside Essays of Victory Delmar

1. Nice To Meet You


Victory sat quietly on her bed and looked around at the small room. This was her first night in the dorm, her first night at college, her first night free. They told her she would be getting a roommate tomorrow, which was a little disconcerting. Victory lay back and thought about the new situation. She had never had any close friends and was used to being alone a lot other than her family. To comfort herself she decided to close her eyes and drift into her favorite fantasy.

She could see herself in the mirror, tied to the old wooden chair, legs spread, breasts bare, her long dark hair curling around her shoulders and waist. She tilted her head back and laid it against the hard, tight stomach behind her. He was standing there with his hands on her head, stroking her hair. His hands were rough, callused and not gentle. She arched her back as they rasped down across her shoulders and bare breasts; nipples hardening as he roughly handled them.

In the bed she lifted her own hand and slowly ran it up under her shirt and across her breasts smiling as she felt that her nipples were as hard in real life as they were in the mirror in her mind.

The man behind her blindfolds her and then unties her from the chair. He leads her to a bed and lies her down on her back. She can’t see anything, can only feel and hear. He ties each of her hands to the posts of the bed, then each of her ankles. He sits beside her on the bed and she hears him breathing as he lowers his face to hers and sucks her lips into his mouth. His lips are soft and thick, his mouth warm and sweet. He pushes her lips open with his tongue and explores her hot mouth.