Happy Anniversary.
It was our anniversary, and while we enjoyed traditional celebrations, we also shared a common love of the less conventional, more stimulating ways of commemorating certain occasions. Since I was the one who thought of it, he was the one who would be bound on our special night. We went to our favorite restaurant, and when we got home, I strapped him in and started kissing and caressing his body until the doorbell rang. I told him I’d just be a minute. It was my sister. She popped in to surprise us with a bottle of Champagne. I coyly told her my other half had been suddenly bedridden, but we shouldn’t waste the bubbly. Needless to say by the time my sister left, he was more anxious than ever to culminate our romantic evening. |
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