Masturbation Monday – Week 84

The Wardrobe

Chilled as he rose from the bed, I curled into the warmth he had left behind. The muscles in his back, in that firm butt and in those powerful thighs, rippled as he strode naked to the wardrobe. I waited, breath held, both eager and hesitant to see what he might take from there.

Then he turned to me and the familiar dark look in his eyes stole my breath. The leather straps in his hand, grasped tight, sent something hot and luscious rippling deep down into my core.

“On your back,” he said, and as I turned he reached behind him, taking something else from the wardrobe. Something I had never seen before. It was black. Leather. A bag of sorts…No…not a bag. A hood. He’d talked about it recently, calmly describing it to me in every frightening detail.

And now he displayed it for me, twirling it slowly in his hand, showing me all sides. The zipper at the back. A small mesh patch, perhaps for air. Smooth, deceptively soft leather, with no visible holes for ears…or eyes…or mouth…

Fear and excitement warred within me as he strolled toward me with it in his hand.

The bed hitched when he set a knee upon it. “Do you trust me?”

I did. Of course I did… and yet…

His slow budding smile stole my thoughts. The sly curve of his lips made me long to touch them with my own. To taste them… to feel them travel over my body.

“Yes,” I said, though I barely heard my own voice. 

He set the straps on my naked thighs, his smile softly fading to a thin, concentrated line. “Sit up.” 

I did and he gripped the hood with both hands.

“Breathe,” he said.

I gulped in air, one breath after another, and he slid the leather into place.

In the mood for some more steamy teasers? Check out the other sexy posts for this week’s Masturbation Monday. My thanks to Kayla Lords for starting it all – “getting off is half the fun”, indeed.

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For this week’s story, I was inspired by “Man in the Window”, a stunning canvas by the late Steve Walker.

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Masturbation Monday Week 84 - The Wardrobe

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Chilled as he rose from the bed, I curled into the warmth he had left behind. The muscles in his back, in that firm butt and in those powerful thighs, rippled as he strode naked to the wardrobe. I waited, breath held, both eager and hesitant for what he might take from there...

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Arla Dahl