#3209: French Guiana
Original photo: lana.prins
A day off, a busy boyfriend, and a woman with a very particular plan. When Dalia decides to spend her free day teasing Tom with provocative photos from every meaningful spot in town, she ensures their reunion is anything but ordinary — complete with handcuffs, a blindfold, and a lesson in who's really in charge.
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I woke up late, but lying around all day felt impossible. With work consuming most of my time, I wanted to make the most of a rare day off. Tom had to work, which felt unfair — we were both so busy that finding time for each other was getting harder. And my body was making its own feelings about that very clear.
I took my phone, snapped a photo of my underwear, and sent it to Tom with a message about how awful it was to wake up without him. He responded almost immediately — frustrated, but unmistakably wanting me. That was all I needed.
I pulled on a light blue dress with nothing underneath and headed out. I started at the beach, then slipped behind a cluster of trees, stepped out of my dress, and took a few photos in the warm light. I sent the best one to Tom. He replied instantly, more wound up than before. I smiled and kept walking.
I spent the rest of the day visiting every place that meant something to us — the beach, our favourite restaurant, date spots, even somewhere near his workplace — sending a photo at each stop. No matter how much he wanted to leave work, he couldn't. That only made it better.
With an hour until he was free, I went home, showered, and got into bed. I laid out a few things I wanted him to use on me, unlocked the front door, and began to touch myself — slow and unhurried, staying close to the edge without going over. I heard the door open, footsteps in the hall, and then Tom was in the doorway, eyes moving hungrily over me. He tried to tell me how terrible I'd been. But his gaze kept roaming. I laughed, nodded toward the items beside me, and watched his expression shift from frustration to something else entirely.
There were plush-covered handcuffs, a gag, and a blindfold. He looked at them and then back at me, as if expecting an explanation, but I wasn't sure what instructions he expected. I sighed and told him that since he was so frustrated with my teasing all day, the only fair thing I could do was allow him to leave me just as frustrated. If only he wanted to make it happen, of course.
By the look on his face, I could tell that he wanted that very much. And I was more than happy to let him. I smiled as he first took the blindfold and placed it over my eyes. Then I opened my mouth for him to fit the gag. I felt the plastic ball against my tongue and lips, and there was something strangely calming in knowing that I couldn't be heard unless I screamed very loudly. Then it was time for the handcuffs. I pulled my arms above my head and let Tom cuff me to the metal bars of my headboard. I was completely deprived of movement, and of every sensation but sound and touch, and that was exactly the way I wanted it.
I knew that Tom would use this chance to get back at me fully, and I was prepared for it. After all, there was a reason I had teased him so relentlessly and wanted him wound up so tightly by the time he got home. I could hear him undressing and felt a thrill run through me. Part of me hoped that I had turned him on enough for him to abandon all games and simply take me, but I was wrong — terribly wrong.
He started with slow, simple touches, running his calloused fingers down my chest, barely grazing my breasts. I moaned into the gag, and the sound was swallowed by it. I shuddered, feeling him continue to do nothing but caress me. I had thought I was the one doing the tormenting, but it turned out I was wrong — I was tormenting myself, because the things he was doing to my already aching body were nothing short of cruel. He touched my stomach, my legs, my inner thighs, his fingers whispering close to where I needed him but never actually touching my pussy or my nipples. I kept whimpering into the gag, only feeling him when he chose to let me, and I knew that he would continue like this for a long time — just because I had been foolish enough to start this game with him. I couldn't even stop him. Well, I could give him the signal we had agreed on, but I didn't want to stop because there would be no reward otherwise.
Finally, I felt his mouth on my chest, kissing around my breasts, barely teasing my nipples. I pushed my hips up, silently begging for more.
It seemed the heat got to Tom too, because soon I felt his mouth close fully over my breasts, sucking on my nipples, teasing me, making me moan into the gag again. I wanted to touch him, to give him the same pleasure he was giving me, but all I could do was lie on the bed and present myself to him like a gift — an offering for a day full of frustration and anticipation. I could also feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh when he leaned over me, and that gave me hope that very soon my needs would finally be met. I hoped and ached for it because it was everything I wanted.
My need was becoming hotter, stronger, and I knew that his was the same. Tom's mouth moved lower, over my stomach, teasing and teasing and pulling pleas from me that were swallowed whole by the gag. I regretted ever suggesting this game because I felt so desperate and helpless in a way I never had before. I pushed my hips up again, begging Tom with my body to take me, take everything he wanted and just give me what I needed from him. And it seemed that we were both close enough to the edge to finally let it happen.
When I felt Tom's tip against my slick entrance, I was already close to ecstasy, but when he filled me completely, I was overwhelmed. My body had wanted him all day, needed him all day, and I felt my walls clench around him instantly. I needed him as deep as he could go, and he felt it too — fucking me fast from the start, giving me kisses through the gag that somehow felt hotter than any real kiss we had ever shared before.
I moaned and moaned, the sounds barely reaching the air. All I could feel were his hands on me and his cock inside me. The rest of the world was blocked out, and I was grateful for it. I felt the pleasure build fast, rushing through me, strong and overwhelming, only to leave me completely relaxed and relieved a moment later. It was perfect in a way I hadn't expected.
I felt Tom find his pleasure too. Once we were both satisfied, he uncuffed me and removed the gag. I slipped off the blindfold and kissed him, asking if he had enjoyed our game. He said that it was good, but that he would prefer to play when he wasn't coming straight from work.
I promised I wouldn't do it again, but my fingers were firmly crossed.