It’s been a while since they have seen each other, there is anticipation on both sides, so much daily flirting via text and webcam, so much build up of pure lust. All she wants is his body; he wants all his dreams to come true.

He doesn’t realize that she has plans for his homecoming, big plans, often they confide in each other, their deepest darkest fantasies, things that no one else in the world knows. They have an unspoken connection, tight, raw, and deep.

He arrives to her house, she greets him at the door in a gown, underneath giving a peek of a corset, suspenders, fishnets, and heels, her full milky breasts straining against the tightness and her waist pulled in tight, making her already curvaceous figure even more so.

He wants to take her then and there, he wasn’t expecting her to look so good, he wants to release her breasts from the trap they seem to be in, he wants to take her fullness in his mouth and drink from her, taste her, have part of her go through him.

He reaches out, she slaps his hands, he’s taken aback, not sure what to do, he is usually the dominant one, usually the one that takes control; she lets him do anything, why isn’t she doing this now?

He goes to question her, she puts a finger to his lips to shush him and from under the robe she pulls out a piece of satin. He is excited, he wasn’t prepared for this, he had all these ideas about what to do tonight, and he knows that they will not be happening, he knows he needs to let go and let her take control for tonight. She ties the satin around his head like a blindfold, covering his eyes, tied tight, he can’t see and his other senses kick in.

The house is silent, and all he can smell is her perfume, god she smells so good, she always smells good.