She called me and said ‘I have great news, and you’re the only one I wanna share it with. I want to tell you about it over a bottle of wine, please come home’. My heart raced, and I found myself home, and in bed with her. She had the sexiest lingerie I ever saw, it was red; the color of my passion for her. She uncocked a bottle of my favorite wine, and poured 2 glasses, and we made a toast. ‘To surprises’ she said. I sipped mine, watched as she careful traced the rim of her glass with her fingers and I eagerly asked what the news is. She smiled, and kissed me. It was soft and light, and brought back memories of everything we shared. My head began to spin, it became more uncontrollable but she urged me to drink more, I obliged. She started undressing me, and before I could say jack, she had cuffed my hands to the bed. She kissed me for a few more seconds, and left the room. Now I was wet, the mystery made me hot, all over, she reappeared with another glass, and a tall, dark young man. Now I was really confused. She came close to me, seeing the fear in my eyes, she hit me hard across the face, and yelled ‘so I’m a bad memory?’ ‘Answer me twart’ and she hit me harder again. ‘Maybe this makes up for the bad time, babygirl’ and yet another slap to my face.

She made me watch as she pleasured the man, and he ravaged her, it went on…for hours.

She was satisfied now, I guess because they had stopped and resumed a round of pillow talk, and all the other mushy stuff that comes with it. All the while, I was naked and horny and watching the woman I love, with another man. She got up, got dressed and escorted her man out, still leaving me cuffed to the bed.