John and I were practically nymphomaniacs. We couldnt get enough of each other... especially on our honeymoon. Lying in bed one morning, we discussed the horror stories our married friends had told us about their dead sex lives. John stood up, leaving me cold and lonely in the bed, and grabbed the ice bucket in our suite. He also grabbed the hotel pens and stationary. "Baby, what are you doing?" I asked.
He came back to bed with the ice bucket, pens, and stationary. He ripped the paper into several squares. "Here," he said, handing me a pen and a few squares of the paper. "Write down every fantasy youve ever had. Anything. Ever. Put one of each sheet of paper and toss it in the ice bucket."
I smiled at him. "And each night... well pick one?"
"Nat, you are very ambitious! I was thinking every weekend... but every night is even better."
I turned from him, childishly, keeping my fantasies a secret. Over-the-knee Spanking on Natka. Blindfolding Natka. Blindfolding John. Handcuffing Natka to bed. Handcuffing John to bed. Deep-throating. Threesome... John, Natka, and another male. I looked over at John. He seemed stuck. I tossed mine into the ice bucket. "Can I have some more?" I asked.
He was chewing his pen as he handed me some more squares. I loved the way he did that. I honestly just loved the way his lips moved and his teeth bit. Schoolgirl needs extra credit. "Im doing positions, too, baby," I said. Reverse 69 with John on top. Doggie-style. Missionary w/ bondage (Natka bound, of course). Naked lap dance by Natka. Major hickey on pussy and on breasts. He was finished with his. I hurried and wrote Library on the last one.
Each night we picked one. I gave him a wet blowjob while he drove. We made love on the beach. The schoolgirl got her extra credit. I had been tied and spanked in every position possible. The more and more we played out different fantasies, the more aroused I got when thinking about a l... Læs hele novellen
