AHHH!!!! You can’t imagine the excitement that bubbled up at O’a HQ when our very own Molly Rider announced that she had surprised herself by penning her first piece of erotic literature. That excitement only grew when we got our hands on the story and devoured the tantalizing piece!! We are so thrilled to share it with you and to celebrate Molly’s brave and super sexy share.
Here’s Molly’s intro to her piece, but you are going to want to keep scrolling and read the whole thing!
Hi you, Molly here!
So long before 50 Shades Of Grey, a boyfriend of mine introduced to me to the world of light BDSM. Yet, for all the teasing and 
tantalizing that it brings to foreplay (and a night of sex), BDSM can be a total mind-fuck.
When you don’t have the ability to move your arms and you can’t see because you’re blindfolded, it’s virtually impossible to distract your mind. Especially, if you’re a type A control freak like myself. Yet, the paradox is that shutting off your brain is a vital element to reaching sexual bliss.
Fortunately, the result, turned our good sex to great sex, overnight. Why? Because the only way BDSM worked well was for us to be in communication throughout the entire experience. Not just moans but full on sentences.
Moreover, as my boyfriend played the dominant, he ultimately had to serve my every need. When my mind hit overdrive, he found ways to get my brain to surrender right alongside my body. When my body needed to be adjusted, he moved it.
Lastly, as the submissive, I had no choice but to let go, surrender, and find a deeper level of inner peace within myself. I couldn’t let every itch or tickle bother me. I couldn’t move my body just by thinking about it.
Here, I’ve written the story of my first time for those of you who are curious about possibly exploring the power of some hot BDSM foreplay. I hope it helps shed light on why a little BDSM can be a great life expanding experience. Enjoy! xo
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My First Foray Into Light BDSM by Molly Rider
Very early in our sexual relationship my boyfriend, whom I’ll call Mark, shared his sexual fantasy with me. He wanted to tie me up and pleasure my body to his heart’s content.
I raised my eyebrows at him and replied, “really?”. I’d never had a boyfriend talk BDSM with me in such a serious way before.
“Yes” he said, as he leaned across the table and squeezed my knee.
“And just how do you imagine this happening?” I asked with sarcastic curiosity.
I already knew how much he liked to watch me cum during foreplay, with my legs spasming and my fingertips gouging his arms. Foreplay that was mearly prep for some good old-fashioned missionary sex. Now, the thought of him tying me up and then bringing me to the peak of orgasm again and again, had my whole body vibrating in equal parts desire and fear.
I wasn’t fearful that he’d hurt me. I trusted him. I trusted him to stop when I asked. We’d only been dating a couple of months, but he had already shown respect for me and the word no when I stopped us from having sex after we were both fully aroused and semi naked.
No, I was freaked out because I was (am) a type A, firstborn, control freak, and the thought of losing control of my body had my palms clammy. Even in the throes of hot, orgasmic sex, I still controlled my limbs. But now, Mark wanted to tie me up.
“With handcuffs” he said, nonchalantly. “I’ve got a hook in the ceiling of my bedroom.” He continued. “I’ll handcuff you, lift your hands over your head and tie the handcuffs to the hook.”
“Oh, really?” I said again, not wanting to show any sign of excitement or embarrassment, but my face betrayed me as it flamed scarlet.
He leaned back in his chair, “Oh, and did I mention the blindfold?” He winked.
“How is this going to be fun for me, if I’m blindfolded?” I asked, letting my embarrassment turn into frustration, an emotion I could better handle.
“Because you won’t be distracted by me, or the room. You’ll only be able to feel.” He said, whispering the last word.
“Fine.”
“Great. This weekend then. My roommate will be away.”
My stomach flipped, while I knew I’d do it, (my curiosity and sense of adventure were far too aroused to say no) I was terrified… in that excited terror kind of way. The same way I felt when I said yes to my first ballroom dance lesson (having never danced a step before in my life), and the same excited terror I felt when I said yes to traveling abroad, or moving to a new city without any certain job prospects. As a human being, trying to live life it’s fullest, saying yes was my true heart’s desire.
Saturday night I drove up to his apartment and he greeted me at the door.
“I have everything ready.” He said grinning with such joy that I involuntarily smiled back.
“I’m nervous” I admitted. “I’m not good at giving up control.”
“I know” he said. “That’s what gave me the idea.”
“Oh, so, my control-freak personality screams tie-me-up and have your way with me, huh?!” I said kissing him.
“Yup.” He said and playfully nipped my lower lip.
In the kitchen I took off my shoes. He gave me a glass of water, and then, holding my hips, walked behind me into the bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door and I just stood their trembling. The anxious anticipation had my whole body vibrating. I locked my knees to try to keep them from giving me away.
“Don’t be nervous” he said, rubbing my shoulders me. “We’ll take it slow and you can pick a safe word so that anytime you want me to stop, I will.”
“Okay” I said.
He wrapped his arms around me then and started kissing me lightly on the neck. I tilted my head towards him, trying to bring his mouth up to mine. Instead, he moved to my ear and bit my lobe. Then he stuck his tongue inside my ear, which he knew I found both disgusting (hello ear wax, gross!) and totally arousing. There was something about him penetrating the inside of my ear that turned my brain to mush and warmed my skin. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
But, Mark could. While his left hand massaged my scalp, his right hand started to undress me. He lifted my shirt and began to trace circles on my bare waist with his fingertips. Slowly, he made his way up to my bra and he deftly unhooked it. He slid his hand up under it and swept the fleshy pad of his thumb over my nipple, circling it until it peaked, tight and hard.
“Does that feel good?” He whispered into my ear.
“Yes” I breathed.
Then, releasing my ear, he turned my head and our lips crashed. I was hungry to taste him and I plunged my tongue into his mouth. Wet and hot, we circled each other before pulling back and playing a dance in the darkness of our mouths. I arched up towards him, ready, and I started pulling his t-shirt up over his lean body. He rocked back and lifted his arms, creating just enough space between us for me to pull his shirt off over his head. Then he reached for mine, and with my bra already unfastened and the straps loose on my arms, the momentum pulled them off.
My body shivered as it met the cool fall air. But, Mark quickly curled his warm, long arms around me and held me tight to his furnace like body. He kissed my shoulder and started up my neck, saying, “I love having you here.”
I relaxed into him as my body adjusted. “There you are.” Mark murmured and I buried my face into his shoulder, breathing him in. Mark slide his arms down to my jeans and cupped my butt. Reaching even lower, he pressed two fingers between my cheeks and pushed my jeans up into my clit. I squeezed, trapping his hand there for a moment.
“Hey.” he said, nipping my shoulder.
I giggled and released him.
As soon as his hand was free, he moved to the front of my jeans and started unbuttoning. I followed suit, taking advantage of his need to concentrate on undressing me, to undress him. I knew from experience, he’d torture me by making me wait if I didn’t free his cock now.
Pay dirt. As soon as I freed the top button, I could tell he was ready. His shaft stood tall and made the top of his jeans bow out. I unzipped them slowly and slide my hand inside and under his black briefs to cup all of him. My fingers played lightly with the sensitive skin where his testicles met his body, and the heal of my hand rubbed up and down the base of his shaft while I arched my hips into him to put pressure on his tip.
Mark groaned, saying my name, then wrapped his free hand around my neck and slammed our open mouths together. His tongue demanded full control of my mouth as I continued to play with his balls and rub my hand up and down his cock creating slow, controlled friction.
A moment later he pulled away and breathing hard said, “Not yet.” Then, he winked at me and said, “Nice try. But tonight is about you.”
My body gave an involuntary shudder – from the loss of body heat, from the sudden reappearance of fear and from the thought of such delight.
Having only managed to loosen his jeans down to his thighs, Mark pulled them off the rest of the way, but left his briefs on. Then, he grabbed a pillow from the bed, put it under his knees, and knelt down to peel my jeans and underwear from my legs.
“Put your hand back on the bed” he said as he lifted my bare leg off the floor and bent my knee so that my foot rested on his shoulder. My labia, clitoris and vagina presented themselves to him, right at eye level. And, my Type-A, on-overdrive, mind, started to spin. Oh god. I’m already turned on. I can smell myself from here. Please don’t let him say anything. Please don’t let it smell bad.
Instead, Mark planted sweet kisses on the inside of my left thigh working his way closer to my labia. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes.
Between kisses he asked, “So, what do you want your safe word to be?”
“Hmmm…” I replied, trying to buy myself time. We’re we still really going to do this? What we were doing right now felt so so good. Couldn’t we settle for trying sex in a new position tonight? Perhaps on his desk chair?
“Your safe word?” He asked again. This time he put his left hand on my belly and slide it down to the top of my clitoris placing pressure there and releasing it again, in a pulsing rhythm that had me involuntarily rocking towards him.
“Chocolate” I said. “I want my safe word to be chocolate.”
He laughed and kissed my lower belly. “Why am I not surprised.”
“I love chocolate.” I said, slightly defensively.
Mark placed my foot back on the floor and stood, pressed between my legs. “I know.” he said. “Of course, now I can’t use chocolate on your body. That would get too confusing.”
“You were going to put chocolate on my body?” I asked.
“Maybe.” He smirked. “Now you’ll never know.”
I made a pouty face and he kissed my cheek before taking my hand and walking me over to a corner of the room. He pulled out his handcuffs. My heart tripped over itself as it thundered to life. I slipped my hand out of his knowing the clamminess was back. Was I really going to do this?
“You ready?” He asked, looking intensely into my eyes.
“Do you have the key for those things?” I asked, ignoring his question.
“Yes. Right here.” he said fumbling with a dish of random nick-knacks on his desk.
“Let me see that they work first.” I said.
“Okay.” Mark said. “Getting nervous?”
“Um. Yyyyes.” I answered with rough honesty.
He smiled at me, unperturbed and proceeded to handcuff himself to the chair. Then, using the key, un-cuffed himself.
“Satisfied?” He asked.
“Okay.” I said.
He came over to me then and kissed me playfully on the mouth. Light, teasing kisses. I placed my hands on his hips and grinded into him.
“I love how ready you are for me.” He whispered into my ear, and in one deft motion, he stripped himself of his briefs and rested his hard cock against my lower belly.
This time, I groaned. But, he wasn’t done. He pressed the cold metal of the handcuffs against his cock and then lowered them both to rub gently between the lips of my labia and flick over my clit again and again. The combination of the cold metal and his warm, throbbing shaft had me wrapping my hands around his bare buttock and trying to pull him in.
The cuffs made that a bad idea.
“Owe” I said, not liking the unyielding pressure of the metal against my stimulated clit.
“Be patient.” he said, then he brought my hands together in one of his, opened the cuffs with his other hand and slide them on me.
I looked at him, wide-eyed. I was officially cuffed. What the hell was I going to do now? I fought back the urge to yell chocolate right then and there.
He grabbed a white rope from his desk and tied one end to the middle chain of the cuffs, then he lifted my arms, taking his time to kiss one side of my upper right arm before biting the flesh where my arm met my back.
“Hey” I said. “No biting unless I can bite you back.”
He laughed and looped the other end of the rope through the hook in his ceiling.
My arms up and hanging from the hook and the cuffs, I stood there in front of my boyfriend completely naked and exposed. I would have felt more vulnerable but seeing that he was also buck-naked helped me relax.
He grinned his broad, open smile of his at me and my lips betrayed me, curving up for him.
“I have you right where I want you.” He smirked.
“Why am I worried that that’s not a good thing?” I questioned.
“Awe. This is going to be amazing. Have faith.” He said as he walked over to me, spread my legs with his thigh and slowly traced his fingertips up my arms and around my armpits.
You’re tickling me” I squirmed.
“Stop moving.” He said. “There’s nothing you can do about it. Then, he kissed my left armpit.
“Gross” I said. “I bet I smell.”
“You smell like you’re ready for sex.”
‘Humph.” I replied.
“Looks like I’m going to have to get that blindfold out now so that you can’t see what I’m doing.”
I stuck my tongue out at him in the only form of defiance I could manage while my hands were tied above my head.
He brought out a red bandanna of his and stood behind me while he tied it around my face.
“Can you breath okay?” He asked.
“Yes. It’s not covering my nose.”
“Good.”
“Can you see out of it?”
“No. My eyes are closed and you’ve blindfolded me.”
“Good. Keep them closed.”
“Okay, well I need you keep a hand on me. Or, keep talking to me.” I said, nervous again. “I don’t want to feel alone.”
“Okay.” he said, cupping my face and pulling me in for a deep, slow kiss.
One hand slide down my side. The other covered a breast and began massaging it into a tight peak. He circled my hardening nipple with his fingertips making me shudder as my body began to bloom under his touch and instinctively arch toward him. I squeezed my thighs together trying to hold onto the mounting pleasure.
And yet, I couldn’t turn my mind off. The loss of my vision was giving me monkey brain and it’s current focus was on the small size of my boobs. They’d never grown past a solid A cup. Sure, I had a decent fist full of boob-age, but that was it. And, my inner critic new it. Your boobs must look so flat with your arms up over your head! No wonder he’s finding it hard to grab anything.
Mark didn’t notice. His lips left my mouth and began to suck on my other boob while his hands slid lower, squeezing my ass and pressing my hips up into his erection. My clit cried out in desire.
But, while my body had surrendered, my mind was still unwilling to give up control. With nothing to distract my mouth and my inability to move my arms, the mental barrage continued. You must look like a beached albino whale. Suck in your belly. Who knows how far it’s sticking out. You could look 5 months pregnant for all you know!
“Mark” I whispered.
“Mmmm” he replied.
“Mark” I said, louder.
“What baby?” He asked, still distracted.
“Mark, I need you to distract me. My mind is no longer making this fun.”
He looked up at me then, eye glinting. “Oh, my control freak is freaking, huh?”
“Not funny, but yes.”
I heard a scuffing noise. He was dragging something across the floor. Then he tapped my left leg and said, “lift it for me, okay?”
“Okay.” I said as I bent my knee and did my best to stay balanced on my right leg.
He held my leg at the knee and guided it down on something soft.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s my chair. I put a blanket over the seat. You can push down on it for balance, if you want.”
“Okay.”
Then without any warning, he wrapped one hand around me my waist and plunged two fingers deep inside of me.
“How’s that?” He asked as I let out a gasp. “Your mind still getting in the way?”
“No” I breathed.
“Good.” He said as he pushed his fingers in and out, trying to find my g-spot. “God, you are so wet for me. Your mind couldn’t stop that.”
“No.” I mumbled. My legs shaking with pleasure as his thumb found my clit and held a soft but steady pressure there.
“I want to make you cum. Do you want to cum for me?”
“Yes.” I hissed.
“Cum for me” he said again as he pushed his fingers into me harder and took one of my nipples in his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth, teasing… once, twice.
Suddenly I arched forward.
“Ah. There it is.” He said holding the pressure for a moment as I clamped my vaginal wall around his fingers and held onto the exquisite, mind numbing bliss of orgasm for as long as I could.
When I released, slumping slightly forward, Mark let up his pressure but kept his fingers inside of me as he moved his thumb up to rub my clit back and forth. With his other hand he reached up to my long, curly blonde hair and grabbed a handful of it right at the scalp. He yanked it back, causing my chest to thrust forward and my breasts to arch up towards the sky. He took the one he had neglected into his mouth and began sucking while he massaged the based of my scalp and my clit at the same time.
I desperately wanted him inside of me and instinctively thrust my hips forward, deeper into his hand, searching.
“That’s it, baby.” he mumbled.
But, I couldn’t think. Mark had huge hands and the one massaging my scalp seemed to be working like novocain on my brain. As hard as tried to focus, I couldn’t grasp a hold of a single concrete thought.
Then, he switched his movements from an even rhythm to holding solid pressure against my clit for a moment before lightly pulsing again. He pressed down on my clit and on his third round I exploded, my legs and hips spasming out of control. I screamed out in release and my left foot slipped off of the chair. Mark pulled his hand out.
“You are amazing” he said, wrapping his arms around me and leaving little kisses on my cheek and over my forehead.
“That was all you.” I grinned.
He stepped away then, although he left his hands on my hips.
“I want to go get something that I’ve been dying to play with while I’ve got you tied up.” he said. “Will you be okay if I leave you for 1 minute?”
“No more than 1 minute, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. But, be super quick, my mind is going to have a 60 second panic attack.”
“I’ll be right back” he said, then slapped my ass.
“Hey! What was that for?” I asked.
“Something for your mind to think about while I’m gone.” he hollered.
I could tell he was already running down the stairs to the kitchen, I assumed, or hoped. I couldn’t tell which.
The slap certainly did give me something to think about. Was he going to get some sort of whip or crop or something? But, my brain quickly wandered. What if his roommate came home unexpectedly? I didn’t hear Mark close the bedroom door. What if they were both just standing there ogling me? I couldn’t see or do anything about it, and how the heck could I make myself look sexy with my hands over my head. It was bad enough I had Keratosis Pilaris on my upper arms. I began to twist in the handcuffs and tried to pull the blindfold off my eyes by rubbing my face against my arm. It moved, but not far enough.
“What are you doing?” Mark asked.
I stilled instantly, realizing I’d been caught freaking out.
“Mark, maybe this is enough for tonight.” I tried to reason.
“What did you do to your blindfold?” He asked
“I tried to take it off. It was creepy just standing up here naked, handcuffed and blindfolded while I waited for you to come back.”
“It’s okay. I’m back. It’s just me and I promise I won’t leave the room again.” he cooed as he brought his hand back to my hip. Then he kissed my jawline and started to suck my lower lip. “Are you saying the word chocolate?” he asked.
I took a deep breath, and then another, “No.”
He parted my lips and teased my tongue.
“Let’s try this one thing” He said between kisses, “then I’ll let you down.”
“Ah huh” I murmured.
“But, if at any point you’re done,” he continued. “you just say the word, okay?” He said and playfully pinched my side. Then he reached up to push my bandanna solidly back into place.
I pulled away slightly and asked, “What did you get from downstairs?”
“I’m not telling, you have to guess.” he said
I heard clinking in a glass or bowl, then nothing.
“Lift your left leg again.” Mark requested.
He placed it back on the chair and something cold hit the inside of my calf. I jerked my leg away.
“What the heck is that?” I asked.
But, Mark was too quick. He’d already wrapped his warm palm around my wildly fleeing ankle and brought it back down to rest on the chair.
“It’s okay. Give it a second” He said. A moment later I felt cold pressure back on the inside of my calf. A convulsive shiver spread up my body.
Mark slowly continued to move it up the inside of my calf to my inner knee. My senses fully focused in on the trail of wetness that it left in it’s wake. There was no sweet smell like some sugary liquid or ice cream, but a few drips began to make their way down toward my inseam and it dawned on me.
“Ice.” I said. “You got ice.”
“Yup.” He said and I could hear the grin in his voice.
He brought the cube up the inside of my thigh, making my legs quiver and my sex clench.
“What are you doing?” I asked, nerves creeping back in.
“Shhhh.” He said. “Just feel.” Then, with his free hand he slapped one bare ass cheek.
It stung, harder than before because the ice had raised goose bumps on my flesh and clearly, I wasn’t relaxed.
“Mark!” I said, exasperated.
“I’m trying to help you turn your brain off.” he said. “you’ve got to work with me. Focus on the ice.” He said, kissing the inside of my thigh again.
I focused on his kissing.
“Your body is so soft and translucent. Let me enjoy watching it.”
I took a deep breath, enjoying his warm tongue against my cold leg, and forced my limbs to relax.
“That’s it.” He said.
The clinking noise was back. I realized Mark must have had to get another ice cube. The pause in this experiment caused the first to melt.
My brain tried to fret about where he’d start with the new ice cube. I took another long inhale and reminded myself it was water. It wasn’t going to hurt me.
Mark placed the cube at the top of my thigh close to my hip bone. Then he guided it around my side and up to my breasts. I took a sharp inhalation of breath. It was like inching my way into a cold pool or lake, as the ice cube moved up my chest I kept losing my breath.
Mark used the cube to make a slow figure eight pattern around my breasts, and I had to bite my lower lip to try to keep my body from pulling away. He went around with the ice cube again and again, and on the third pass, my body finally adjusted. The cube was so cold it felt like it was burning my skin and I imagined it leaving a red trail in it’s wake. I thrust my chest forward hoping Mark would relieve some of the sting with his lips. Instead, the movement caused the melting water to slide down my stomach. It tickled and I had an intense desire to wipe it off and clean it up before I began to drip onto the floor.
“It’s dripping.” I breathed, hoping Mark would take the hint.
“You look beautiful” he said.
I huffed, trying not to let the streaks of water I could feel running down my stomach and legs bother me. I knew there was a lot about mindfulness I could be learning from this. How was it that my rugged, cowboy boot wearing boyfriend was the one teaching me to be Zen?
He took what remained of the ice cube (it had to be almost gone, right?!) and brought it up my chest and neck. He kissed my neck along the ice cube’s trail and the juxtaposition of cold and warmth made me shiver in delight. I could feel my vagina pooling once again with liquid heat.
But, Mark wasn’t done. He swept the ice cube up around my cheeks and forehead. To my surprise, it felt good. So much more soothing than the ice cube had been everywhere else on my body.
Then, he said, “open your mouth and don’t bite me.”
I grinned and made a snapping noise with my teeth before opening softly to let him insert the ice.
What remained of the cube felt deliciously cold in my mouth. I sucked on it, letting it numb my tongue.
Mark started to kiss me and his tongue swept my mouth for the sliver of ice cube that was left before taking it into his own mouth. He wrapped his arms full around me then, lifting me up slightly and releasing the pressure that my wrists felt from the cuffs. I took my leg that had been propped up on the chair and wrapped it around him. I was pleased to learn he was still butt naked and once again ready for me.
“Take me.” I whispered into his ear while biting at his neck.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked playfully grabbing my ass and lifting my hips to rub against his erection.
“I want you to fuck me, Mark.” I said. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, I will.” He said, grinding up against me again.
It felt so good and we were so close. I just wanted him inside of me so that I could clench myself around all of him.
“What are you waiting for?” I teased.
“This.” he said and he released one arm.
“What this?” I said, now feeling a bit impatient.
Mark answered by pressing a new ice cube against my cheek. I yanked my head back, reflectively. The surprise of the frozen water felt like a burn upon impact.
“Whoa. It’s okay.” He said. “I’m just going to…” he continued as he trailed the ice cube down my neck and chest, over one breast, down my stomach and between my thighs.
“You’re just going to what?” I asked.
“Give you a new sensation during sex.” He said and before I could object he deftly pushed the ice cube up into my slick, hot, pulsating pussy.
Immediately my stomach and vaginal muscles contracted, and my mind reeled. Even though I knew what he’d just pushed up inside of me, I couldn’t help but label it as a foreign object that I wanted out.
“Mark!” I tried to scream, but I couldn’t catch my breath.
I tried to focus on relaxing my muscles. I need to relax my muscles. That was the only way I was going to get this ice cube to fall out, I tried to reason with myself. Of course, all reason was gone. Had I still been able to think rationally, I would have realized it was WATER and it’d melt in a matter of minutes.
Mark distracted me then. I heard the rip of a wrapper. I knew he’d opened a condom. “Relax into it baby. It’s just an ice cube.” He murmured at me. “I’ll be in you soon. We can melt it together.”
“What the fuck are you talking about.” I started to ask. Then, he was back with me. Kissing my mouth and guiding his penis into my channel. Instantly, I relaxed. He was there. We were experiencing this together. I’d be okay. He inched his way inside of me. I put my foot back on the chair to open myself to him and give us leverage.
When he was fully inside me, Mark chuckled in my ear. “I feel it.” he said.
“You do?” I asked. It was so far inside me now, the coldness just seemed to be everywhere, I couldn’t place it.
“Yeah.” He said. “Man it is cold and hard, but kind of fun.”
I laughed then, a big explosive, body shaking laugh. Relief literally giggled off my body. I was not alone. I didn’t realize how alone I’d felt being in the dark, unable to see and unable to reciprocate. Together, that fear burst into a million tiny peels of laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Mark asked.
“Nothing.” I said through another burst of laughter. Then, I kissed his mouth hard. I sucked his tongue and battled with his lips. I was ready.
“Mark, I want you to fuck me now.”
That was all the instruction he needed. Mark began to move himself in and out of me, slowly. The ice cube seemed to slide along with our movements, but we soon lost track of it. I wrapped my legs around him as he held me up with his arms and we pumped in and out of each other, faster and harder.
“Yes!” I breathed, as he bit my neck and moved one hand down toward my clit applying the extra pressure I needed. I arched back feeling my sex shudder over and over again, in ecstasy. Mark held me for a moment then picking up the pace, he came a moment later.
We both stilled and held onto each other. Mark rested his head against my chest and I kept my legs wrapped around him, not ready to separate.
“Chocolate.” I said.
Mark laughed. “When I get enough strength back in my arms to untie you.”
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