A Day in Bed

It was a gray, rainy, and cold Sunday afternoon. A day to stay in bed. We pressed our naked bodies against each other, relishing each other’s warm skin. Until Bina jumped up.
“What are you doing, Bina?”
“I am inspired,” Bina stated, her eyes sparkling.
And I was intrigued.
Bina rummaged in our toy closet, pulled a blindfold out, and blindfolded me immediately. And she kept rummaging. I heard a clink, a thud. A sound of something pulled out.
And then, Bina took my left hand, my right hand. Kissed me on my forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips. She slowly wrapped a rope around my wrists in a double column tie. I felt our bed move and then Bina standing next to me, pulling my tied hands with her. She attached the rope to the ceiling, pulling my hands, arms, entire body up until my knees barely touched the bed. I stayed still, my body upright and tense—with anticipation, but also to relieve my arms.
Bina kissed my nipples, let her tongue circle them. I almost lost my balance, straining my arms, when she surprisingly spanked my butt a few times. She pushed two fingers into my yoni. I was so aroused, I couldn’t stop moaning. Until Bina quieted me with a ball gag. She rubbed her dripping yoni against the gag and I felt like begging for release—but I couldn’t. She held on to my head and kept moving while I tried to stay upright and moaned almost inaudibly around the gag, my own yoni clenching. When she finally came, she screamed her release.
The bed below me moved when she jumped from the bed. I heard a clicking sound from a plug connected to an outlet. Bina carefully spread my knees a bit further, circled my sweet spot with her thumb, and pushed first two, then three fingers into my yoni. My body automatically tried to push against her hand, but the ropes around my wrists held me back. And Bina—chuckling—pulled her hands away to let me suffer for a few more moments. Finally, she place something between my legs. I couldn’t imagine what she was doing until she inserted an object into my yoni. A dildo? A vibrator? And then I felt the quick and forceful movements of our new vibrator, thrusting deep into me. I moaned beggingly, hoping Bina would understand. And she did. She circled my clitoris, rubbed it gently. And within seconds, I came—even more forcefully than our new vibrator.

Published by Soraya F. Morgan

My name is Soraya F. Morgan. I'm a lesbian person who is disappointed in most erotic stories available for (lesbian) women. So I decided to write some myself!

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