So Éclair turns out to be in a rather kinky mood this evening. As soon as I showed up at her door, she got me to her bedroom in a hurry and pulled out some fuzzy handcuffs. It’s been a while since we last used those, and she had been the one chained up. This time, she handcuffs me to the bed and blindfolds me. She licks my chest and works her way down speedily, clearly eager to get the ball rolling as am I.

She licks my cock and wraps her mouth around it, and I feel my toes curl slightly; this is something she is exceptionally good at. We’ve been fooling around for a while now, and she has picked up a thing or two since we first started. I groan loudly, and I’m disappointed when I feel her pull away, but she soon sits on my dick, and we are at it again. She does all the work, and I feel myself excitedly pulling at my restraints. She’s such a tease sometimes. Occasionally she leans forward, and I feel her bare breasts stroke my face and chest.

Something about the blindfold allows to you fantasize better, and I’m definitely picturing Sylvia after having struck out (thanks to Eddie) earlier today. That was a huge mistake. “God, Sylvia-” I wind up saying, and Éclair is off me in a second.

“Excuse me?” she snarls and slugs my erection like it was a damn punching bag.

“Son of a bitch, you fucking cunt!” I scream and instinctively bend my knees and roll to my side; I can’t go too far from the cuffs.

She yanks the blindfold off me, “Screw you!”

I can’t respond. She punched my dick! She actually punched my dick! She leaves the room. Seriously? “Éclair! Get your ass back in here and undo these cuffs!” I shout, my groin still throbbing. I cannot believe she did that. I hear her front door close. Hell no! She fucking left! “Bitch! I swear you better not leave me here like this!” My dick hurts, damn it!

My erection goes down, but the pain only gets worse. There is something about getting knocked in the groin that makes you want to grab at it to make sure it’s still intact, but I can’t do that with my hands cuffed. I yank at the cuffs, and I realize they’re not cheap dime-store fuzzy cuffs. I’m not getting out of here. I cannot believe her… I mean, I did say another woman’s name in bed, but it’s not like we’re dating or anything. It was an accident –I’d appreciate just moving on with me apologizing and just not getting laid.

Thirty minutes. I sit here for thirty minutes before I hear her front door open. “Éclair! Please come unlock me!” I shout.

She enters the bedroom and throws a black grocery bag at the foot of the bed. Did she go shopping? She punched me in the dick and then went shopping? She takes off her pants and underwear and climbs up on the bed, and she brings her womanhood up towards my face. She must be joking! “Get your pussy out of my face! I’m not doing that for you now!”

“Fine,” she says, and then hops off the bed and throws the grocery bag at my feet. What the hell? She pulls out a giant dildo.

“Oh, hell no,” I say and squirm my lower half away from her, “Don’t you fucking come anywhere near me with that thing!” This is rape. This is what rape is.

“Say you’re sorry, or I’m shoving this right up your-”

“Fine!” I shout, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, damn it!”

She laughs, “Good.” She tosses dildo over her shoulder and undoes the cuffs. “You didn’t think I was really going to do that, did you?”

“You went all the way to a sex shop to get one!” I snap as I sit up and rub my wrists, “Where are my fucking pants?”

“Damn, James, I about gave you a heart attack, didn’t I?” she laughs, but then she puts on a really pissed off look, “Get the hell out of my apartment.”