Breaking the Status Quo

Breaking the Status Quo

Silver twisted cord, clinging to my body; I smiled as I sashayed up the stairs, my new belt sparkling at my hip. Behind me I could feel Dave’s eyes on my extra-female walk as he followed me; and knowing that he couldn’t see, locked within my opaque skull, the knowledge of my plans for tonight, thrilled me. As we stepped off the stairs I stopped, reached for his buttocks, dragged his unresisting body towards me, leaned back for a kiss; and his lips covered mine, hungrily suck-dragging my tongue into his mouth as his hands grabbed at my breasts, eagerly kneading. Let him have his fun for a second or two, then twisted away, pecked him on the lips. A mark, a signature, a promise: a single letter of intent.

We went into his room and fell onto the bed, talking, chatting, catching up on the previous week – jokes as crass as ever, our laughter catching on flesh-shiny mouths. Always beneath the banter, the happy implication of our relationship: girlfriend/boyfriend, romantic, sexual. And always, waiting for the sound of the door as his mother left the house gloriously unsupervised, for us to use as we wished – us as a noun, as a living breathing thing that lurked behind the well-dressed public exterior.

Finally, the step in the hall, the call of parting, the click as
the
door
shut.

Flying at me, my arms coming round to lock and embrace; comforting heavy weight of him upon me, familiar and oh-so-welcome. Lips locked together in one long, panting kiss, which I ended in favour of licking, nibbling, just touching the tip of my tongue to his vein-throbbing neck. Rewarded as he let his breath out in one long moan that turned into a squeal when I nipped him; and the retaliation, his lips hard on my neck, grabbing a hunk of my flesh in his mouth and biting! down! just the way I liked it. Heard my own breathy moaning gasp, and as he let go and murmured into my ear – that’s what I like to hear – I felt my arousal levels soar.

Couldn’t handle the cotton in the way, pulled at his shirt; he sat up above me, removing it – a slight intake of breath as he towered above me, beautiful in his semi-nudity. Dragged my own flimsy thing off, and he fell back down, lapping at the skin just above my bra line as I ran my fingertips up and down his nerve-studded backbone; and as he bit at my flesh my fingernails dug into him.

An answering moan from him; hands snaking behind my back to fiddle with the hook-and-eye of my bra’s clasp, slipped it off me, gasped at the sight of my naked breasts – it pleased me that they still got that reaction even after however many months – and bent to suck at the nipple.

Lay back on the bed, half-closed my eyes, allowed my throat to make whatever breaths and gasps and moans and squeals it felt necessary as he used teeth-tongue-hands to stimulate me. Scandalised when he drew away – how dare you cease pleasuring me? – and opened my eyes to see him unbuckling his belt, discarding it onto the floor as he stepped out of his jeans. I didn’t let him get to boxers, but sat up, pushed him down onto the bed, swooped in for a quick bite of the neck – and answering gasp – and kissed his erection through the fabric.

I could see him relaxing into our usual routine – namely, his noises became ever-louder as I kissed and licked and bit ever-so-slowly down his chest and stomach, teasing round the top of his boxers before ripping them off and smothering his penis and balls in my warm, liquid saliva – but my tonight-plans were designed to break the familiar status quo.

Reached over the side of the bed to our sex bag, extracted a red velvet blindfold from the tangle of hosiery and used condoms, and tied it round his eyes, testing the knot with a quick jerk.

“Ties too?”

“Not today. Got something new…”

A grin, and a little noise of anticipation.

I fumbled with the belt at my waist, took it off, and placed it round his neck, sliding the buckle down as tight as was safe. Sat back, examined my handiwork. Then, on second thoughts, slipped the blindfold off.

“You look so sexy with that belt, baby. Always liked collars…”

“Should I be scared?” he smiled at me.

I leaned quickly in, kissed him on the nose, and withdrew. “Oh yes, boy.” Wound the belt round my hand, jerked it so he gasped and fell forward. “We’re gonna have some fun tonight…”