Preview of BED MANNERS

Kindle, Bed Manners, Erotic,(1)Shoot me now!

You know I’m all up for a little kink, who isn’t? It’s hip, trendy and says, well really I don’t know what it says…the least it says, is the hottie you hooked up with pirated a copy of the latest erotica movie and now thinks he’s an expert. I like the tease, the anticipation and coming, hard orgasms that blow my mind. The problem? No one has blown my mind, since I lost my friend with benefits.
Let’s take last month’s hookup. We’ll call him Bob. Brutish Bob. Of course he looks good, six foot, 175, killer blue eyes, blonde hair, though he misses leg day often, cause his upper body is almost out of proportion with the lower. But the package looked nice enough, so why the hell not.
I was up for some fun. Hot make out session on the sofa, clothes littering the hallway way, this was looking promising. When he asked if he could cuff me to the bed, my wet sex clenched with excitement and I thought ‘fuck yeah’.
So the neanderthal, tosses me on the bed, pulls out a pair of heavy duty law enforcement Smith and Wesson cuffs, then puts his whole 175 across my body to snag me to the wrought iron head board. I swear to GOD, every bit of air went out of my body! Then he used his elbow to lift himself up, ON MY BOOB! You know that muscle on the back of your calf, the big one. I don’t know what the fuck it’s called but I do know if you are going to adjust a woman’s body, do not grab it with your ham hock hand and pull. And that was it. I was done. He never knew what hit him when I said to uncuff me and let me go. A girl can only take so much agony in the name of sex. I still have a fucking bruise on my tit.
Men, please get it together.
If you’re heavier than a partner don’t squish them under you when hooking the cuffs to the bed, walk your ass around. Learn the landscape! And Smith and Wesson is great for jail cell, not the bedroom. I swear that international bestselling erotica author is going to kill me before I find the diamond in the coal mines of England.
And a note for Brutish Bob, you are so lucky I didn’t use real name in this blog post. Don’t forget leg day.
Signing out for now,
Gallivanting Gena

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