I’ve been writing in other genres for a while, but this is my first attempt at original erotic fiction. I hope y’all like.



Paper and Glass

by Jade


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The alarm clock clicked softly, sparking to life in an obnoxious buzz that quickly earned it a slap across the snooze button. Rebecca rolled over, intending to bury her face in the pillow for five more minutes of sleep, but jerked away instead when something sharp bit her cheek.

“Ow!” she protested, sitting up under a tangle of sheets. There on the pillow lay a single red rose. With thorns.

Rubbing her face, she grinned and picked up the attached note:

Happy Anniversary, honey! See you tonight.

Love,

Jared

Her sweet husband. She smiled even wider. In ten years of marriage, he had made it his personal mission to ensure that each anniversary was a memorable occasion. Last year, they had sipped champagne and made love long into the night on a bed covered in rose petals. Tonight, he had arranged for the children to stay with his mother while he prepared a special candlelight dinner.

The sound of clattering dishes in the kitchen snapped her back to reality and Rebecca flung off the covers and made her way to the shower. After breakfast, she packed overnight bags for three noisy, arguing children and corralled them out the door and into the minivan. Dropping them off at school with firm instructions to do their homework and mind their grandmother, she started the commute across town to her office.

At lunch, she bowed out of an invitation to eat with friends, claiming she had an errand to run, and walked a block down the street to a small adult store she’d been haunting discretely. The lady behind the counter waved and Rebecca gave a small, nervous smile of acknowledgment.

The racks at the front of the shop were lined with soft, frilly negligees, similar to what Jared usually bought her, but these were slightly more revealing. She walked past them toward the back of the store. Slowing through rows of toys and lotions, she studied them without trying to look like she was studying them. After all, who knew when one of her co-workers might walk by?

Reaching the card aisle, she rifled through the glossy fronts bearing seductive pictures and naughty prose. Most of them would probably embarrass her husband to the point of distraction, but she finally found one that was provocative yet subtle.

Glancing furtively over her shoulder, she turned her gaze to the racks of handcuffs and blindfolds, leather and lace against the back wall. Approaching hesitantly, she ran a single timid finger along the lines of a corset that left no room for the imagination, yet peaked the wildest realms of her curiosity. She’d seen such attire on websites she’d recently begun to explore and wondered, not for the first time, what Jared would think if he came home to find her wearing something like this.

Shaking herself mentally, she turned away, purchased the card, and headed back to work. She couldn’t complain. Not really. Jared was a kind and devoted partner and their anniversary was a lovely ritual that was the envy of all of her friends whose spouses rarely ever remembered the event.

Arriving at home that evening, she was surprised to find all the lights off in the house. Not even the kitchen light was on and, as far as she could tell, there was no food for her promised dinner in the oven. Setting her purse and keys down on the table, she called into the dark, “Honey?”

No answer. Rounding the corner, she looked up the stairs and saw a faint glow coming from their bedroom. “Jared?” she asked, climbing up the steps.

Pushing their bedroom door open, she stopped abruptly, her eyes growing wide. This room was also completely dark, save for a lone blue-white bulb glowing in the corner. The bed was covered in black satin sheets – where had those come from? – and a single piece of paper lay in the center.

No rose petals, no champagne, no candles or soft music greeted her tonight. Swallowing silent disappointment, she crossed to the bed and picked up the paper. Written in sprawling handwriting, was a single sentence:

Take off all your clothes and face the wall.

Her gut suddenly clenched in fear. What if someone had broken into their house and set this up? What if an attacker was holding Jared hostage and forced him to write this note so that he could…

Her thoughts could go no farther as the paper began to tremble violently in her hand.

“It’s all right,” a masculine voice said behind her.

She spun around and almost fainted in relief at the sight of her husband’s familiar form. He stood in the doorway, tall and handsome, with the hint of a smile dancing around his lips. The dim light reflected in his brown eyes and he nodded toward the paper.

“Trust me, Becca.” His voice was warm and she wanted nothing more than to rush to him in relief, but he withdrew from the doorway as silently as he’d arrived.

Putting the paper on the nightstand, she did as he’d instructed and removed her suit and heels. By habit, she almost stopped there, but the note had said ‘all’, so she stripped off her bra and panties before turning to face the wall.

Rebecca did not hear him re-enter the room before he spoke again. “Close your eyes.”

She obeyed, biting back a grin and expecting him to present her with the traditional anniversary silken nightgown, but instead she felt a silken band descend over her eyes. Jared must have felt her startle and leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. “It’s just a blindfold,” he said huskily. “I want to try something new. But I’ll stop if I do anything you don’t like. Okay?”

“Okay,” she answered, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest.

His fingers moved seductively down her neck and shoulders, sparking her skin to life under their delicate touch. Wrapping her in a strong embrace, he drew her backwards until she felt his bare chest against her bare back. Holding her there with one light hand over her breast, he continued to caress her feminine curves. She could feel his arousal in his shallow breaths, in the hardness growing below his waist.

Grasping her wrists lightly, he raised her arms up parallel to the floor. “Hold them there,” he instructed quietly. She recognized the faint scent of leather as a cool, smooth fabric circled her torso. A corset. It was as revealing as anything she’d seen in the store, barely covering her breasts with the bottom seam falling just below her waist.

She tingled with a thrill of anticipation as Jared began to tie up the laces in the back. When he’d finished, he guided her to sit on the bed and she felt him fumble as he maneuvered thigh-high stockings onto her legs, followed by what felt to be a pair of very high heeled shoes on her feet.

“Stand up.” To no other man would she have been blindly obedient, but this man – her Jared – she trusted.

Complying with his instruction, she heard an almost-imperceptible catch in Jared’s breath. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“I want to see.” She reached toward him in the dark, but he caught her hands.

“Not yet,” he said, lowering her hands back to her sides. “Lie down. On your stomach.”

Rebecca turned until she felt the edge of the bed hit just above her knees and stretched out, face down, on the satin sheets. The slippery fabric against her hot, naked skin was luxurious. Exotic. Taking her wrists again, Jared pulled them behind her back and, to her surprise, wrapped them in cuffs and secured them together. With that simple act, she no longer had control…and she loved it.

“Baby…” she murmured into the sheets.

“Shhh……”

He lifted her feet off the floor and, one at a time, secured her ankles to the set of binders that held her wrists. It took her a moment to get her bearings in this new pose of submission and she found herself not humiliated, but utterly and completely aroused.

Warm wetness began to pool in her nether regions and, when he pushed her knees apart as far as they would go, she thought she might implode from the sheer sensation of cool air against her vulnerable, exposed sex.

He touched her then, gently at first, spreading her female lips to explore the slick depths within. “Hmm, I think you like this,” he rasped, smearing her juices with his palm. Finding her hardened nub, he began to stroke it, around and over, grazing the tip then flicking it with deliberate intent. “Tell me you like it.”

Never before had he played with her so intensely, bringing her to the brink of climax then backing off again. “I like it,” she groaned, wriggling her hips to increase the friction against his fingers.

He stopped her gyrations with a sharp smack against her ass. “Be still!”

Forcing herself to hold her aching sex in check, she lay panting, waiting for his next move. She didn’t have to wait long. Claiming her again with his hands, he opened her folds and she felt a smooth, hard surface at her entrance.

He pushed it in slowly and she gasped as cool, thick ridges began to massage her inner walls. She didn’t know what it was, but it was rigid and unforgiving and it felt amazing. Writhing in unabashed supplication, she thrust herself against the delicious intruder as Jared worked it in and out of her, faster and harder, matching her fervor.

When he slipped his free hand beneath to fondle her sensitized clit, her world went white, erupting in waves of pleasure. She screamed, burying her face in the bed, but he grabbed her hair and tugged her face free. “Let me hear you!”

Freed by her bonds, she cried out in the dark, releasing her voice and inhibitions for her lover, rewarding and thanking him with the only gratitude she could give.

Withdrawing the object from her womanhood, he stroked sweat-soaked hair from her face and released her ankles. “On your knees,” he commanded quietly. “Head down, ass in the air.”

Her wrists were still bound as she tucked her knees in, balancing in front of him. Caressing her ass, he steadied and positioned her as he mounted the bed. Teasing her rear seam with the warm head of his cock, he opened her again, plunging his swollen length deep into her core.

She grunted with the first thrust – never had he been so hard, or filled her so completely. He started slow, clutching her waist and gradually increasing the tempo, until his hips were pounding against her ass and thighs.

Jared had always been quiet. He’d moan once in a while or grunt with his orgasm, but his lovemaking mirrored his calm and reserved, albeit affectionate, personality. Until tonight.

Powerful fingers dug deep into her as he cried out with a shout of uninhibited completion. His voice was rough and raw as he pounded into her, his thighs slamming against her ass until he slowed in a sated decrescendo of passion.

For a moment she could not measure, they panted in the semi-darkness, absorbing and relishing the new boundaries they’d crossed. Carefully, Jared released her wrist restraints and blindfold and she turned over onto her back, staring up at him in breathless wonder.

Taking her hand gently, he pulled her to her feet and she pressed her palms against his damp chest, causing the metal rings on her leather-clad wrists to clink softly. “That was…”

“Incredible,” he finished, reaching out to run his fingers through her long, black hair. He smiled as he caressed her cheek and murmured, “Look.”

She turned to face the large mirror above their dresser and reached down tentatively to touch the top edge of her corset. Slowly, exploring the cool texture, she ran her hands down the smooth leather, pausing briefly at the accented curve of her waist.

Glancing down further, she spotted the implement of her pleasure lying on the bed. It was a glass dildo with colorful, raised spirals along the shaft that ended in a full, rounded head. Rebecca picked it up and turned it over in her hands, sliding her fingers against the ridges still moist from her juices.

“How did you know?” she asked quietly, still stroking the smooth glass.

Jared sat down on the edge of the bed and she joined him, sitting close enough for their legs to touch. Rebecca was certain she saw him blush as he explained. “You left your computer up about a month ago and every single tab was a site about sex or toys – some with saved wish lists. So,” he paused. “I took a chance.”

At first, she couldn’t decide whether to be offended of flattered. “That’s an invasion of privacy, you know.”

“I know.” Though still flushed, he met her gaze without hesitation. “But I liked what I saw. Is this what you wanted?” he asked, cupping her cheek in his hand.

“No,” she grinned, biting her bottom lip to suppress a laugh at his bewildered expression. Leaning forward, she took his face in her hands and kissed him long and hard before pulling away to whisper throatily in his ear, “I want more.”


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OK, is anyone else hard, wet, or both after reading that?

That was HOT!!!!

Great story Jade! My cock is nice and hard after reading that story. My favorite line -

"Teasing her rear seam with the warm head of his cock, he opened her again, plunging his swollen length deep into her core."

That gets my juices flowing!

We love it. And it's a spooky reflection of reality to us.