The squirmish continues (m/f, f/m) [updated 04/06/09]

Postby moosica » Fri Apr 03, 2009 6:32 pm

Alright. It’s time for the second story. I suggest you read the other one first.
John and I have been getting more comfortable with ourselves and have basically had a war going on the whole week. Every time we’re intimate, it almost always escalates to one of us getting bound for a few minutes, just to spice up the mood. John’s the kind of guy that loves to dominate, and even before we started using bandanas and the belt of my bathrobe, he used to always pin me down and try to make me go crazy.

Last night was no different. We were watching some show, I can’t remember. If you can guess I was a little distracted. (You would be too if you saw him.) As usual he was thinking with his second head and wanted to be a little more intimate than cuddling and watching a show so he started to kiss my neck.

“You’re just not wasting any time, are you?” I asked coyly.
“The question is, will you be able to hold back once I start?”

No. I wouldn’t. He continued to kiss my neck, making a trail up to my ear and nibbled a little. Not a hard nibble mind you, but just enough to get the adrenaline running a little. We make out for a little bit and then we started “playing defense” on each other. He’d try to touch my chest but I’d bat it away. I’d try to squeeze his rear and he’d pin down my hand.

“Where’s that belt of yours? I had it over on the chair.” He asked.
“Oh, I hid it.”
“Why would you do a thing like that?” he said poking me in the ribs a little.
“Because.” I say giggling.
“Because why, babe?”
“Because, John, I have to make it difficult, don’t I? Besides. Can’t we just cuddle tonight?”
“Well that doesn’t matter, cuz I have a back up, and I had a feeling you’d ask that.”
“Yeah, okay.” We made out a bit more. I tickled him a little. “If you say so.”
“Boat straps.”
“Wha’?” I had no idea what in God’s name those are.
“You’ll see.”

With that, the wrestling began, and even though I was on top, I still didn’t stand a chance. Within seconds we were tossing and turning on his bed and he had me pinned with one arm, reaching into his bureau with his other. He pulled out this little strap. I guess you use them to tie boats down. Being the dork he is, John uses it as a belt. He began to wrap it around my wrists, although I struggled. This time, rather than just tying my hands behind my back, he pulled me up to the headboard and started to secure them. I heard the click click click of the boat strap and knew it was hopeless after that.
In the past, even with my arms tied behind my back, I would be able to wiggle around and out of his grasp to evade the inevitable, but this time I was stuck.

To be continued… He wants to spend time together now..
Last edited by moosica on Mon Apr 06, 2009 8:48 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: The squirmish continues (m/f, f/m)

Postby ilikebeingtiedup » Sun Apr 05, 2009 11:41 am

aw sorta reminds me of me&my bf. :D

Re: The squirmish continues (m/f, f/m)

Postby canuck100 » Sun Apr 05, 2009 12:27 pm

So far so good! Cute story. Hope he unties you so you can write the rest of the story... :wink:

Re: The squirmish continues (m/f, f/m)

Postby moosica » Sun Apr 05, 2009 4:36 pm

Lol! It's been a busy weekend + lots and lots of homework. I'll write soon, I promise <3

Re: The squirmish continues (m/f, f/m)

Postby moosica » Mon Apr 06, 2009 8:43 am

I left you with John having my hands tied to the headboard of the bed using boat straps.

He pulled the rope to check its integrity and then told me "There. Now you aren't going anywhere."

"You just love to be in control, don't you?" I asked.
"You know what I love even more? The fact that you can't stand it when I am."

He started to feel up and down my shirt gently, tickling my chest slightly as he grazed by. He leaned in for a kiss, but just as our lips were about to touch, he'd pull away. Leaned in for a kiss, and then pulled away. The third time he did this, being the gymnast that I am, I pulled myself up to chase after him with my core strength, but I could only go so far. All while he was teasing me, he kept gently caressing my torso. The fourth time, our lips touched, and it was a passionate kiss. I pushed up with all the strength I had and he kissed back with the same intensity. We got into a rhythm, where he'd start to fondle one of my breasts with more and more pressure and then as I gasped for air, he'd kiss me.

He then got off of his knees and laid on top of me and I felt..it.. through his gym shorts. He pushed forwards ever so slightly, causing a collision of esctacy, with our clothes on mind you. I wanted so bad to grab onto him, to hold him so tightly that my hands began to get their circulation cut off. He noticed this and let me go.

"You're going to pay for that. Not now, but you're going to pay." I said. We made out for a little while longer and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, we both had class in the morning, and then free time in the afternoon before my econ test. We had lunch together in the Cafeteria and then went back up to his room. Then we cuddled for a little bit. I saw the belt of my bathrobe sitting on the foot of his bed. With sudden force, I pulled his arms together and put my knee on top of them so he wouldn't move. He sat there looking amused, not realizing my plan. Once I realized he wasn't going to struggle, I took my time wrapping his wrists. I guess you could say I did it affectionately, making sure the rope was tight enough to keep him constrained, but loose enough to be comfortable. Once his arms were tied together, I began tying them to the headboard, it was then that he got a little nervous.

"Now, just wait a second Dana. Let's just discuss a few ground rules. You can't tickle me too much. I'd hate to hurt you somehow."
"Oh, don't worry John, I won't tickle you." I said with a devious smile. I finished the knot and examined my handy work. That's when I realized the time. I had my econ test at 2 and it was 1:45! I leaned down to kiss him and pulled away, just as he did last night, feeling around near his groin, noticing he was excited. "Well John, unfortunately, i have to go to class. So you just sit tight!" I got up, kissed him one more time, and then left the room. (Don't worry, as awkward as it sounds, his roommate was there playing on his computer, so I didn't actually leave him alone tied up. I would never do that.)

When I got to my econ test, I called his cell to see if he got out. He answered with a very annoyed voice, saying that he bribed his roommate to let him go and that I'd pay when I got back... too be continued..again

(by the way, I ended up getting a hundred on that test!)

Re: The squirmish continues (m/f, f/m) [updated 05/09/09]

Postby moosica » Fri May 08, 2009 9:10 pm

His door was slightly ajar when I got back, and I walked in with my head low and a smirk on my face. He sat on his bed with one leg straight out but bent up at the knee, the other bent sideways. He was reading.

“Look who it is. Close the door behind you,” he commanded. I closed the door.
“Hi John” I said in an innocent voice. “How have you been?” I lingered by the edge of his bed.
“How was your test? Did you pass?” He answered, dodging my question.
“I think I got a 100.”
“That’s my girl,” he said soothingly and motioned for me to come sit next to him.
“Whatcha reading?” I said cheerfully as I scooted in next to him.
“Just some Euro Post World War II stuff.” I cuddled in, he wrapped his arm around me.
“Anything interesting?”
“Yeah actually. I’m learning about provocation and pretext. Remember pearl harbor? SNEAK ATTACK!” With that, he rolled me over onto my back and climbed on top of me so that I couldn’t move. His legs were on either side of mine and he crouched over my body so that his head was next to mine, slightly brushing my shoulder with his chin. “ It’s time for payback,” he whispered.

I couldn’t move, but fought as much as I could. I pulled my arms under me so that he couldn’t reach them. He breathed in my ear and then tickled my side a little bit until my arms shot out to defend myself. He then grabbed my left and began securing it to one side of the headboard. Once it was secure, it was no use. He grabbed the other and did the same. “I don’t want you going anywhere,” he whispered.

He moved off of me and began unbuttoning my jeans, taking his time to get them off in order to give me more anticipation. “John. I have a butt remember? You can’t just tug on the ends of the jeans and expect them to come off. Once they were off, his hands crawled up the back of my shirt and undid my bra, sending shivers down my spine, but he left it there, knowing it would bug me. I moved to the other side of the bed and tried to assume the closest I could to the fetal position. “Oh no you don’t,” he said. He grabbed my body and pulled me back to the center of the bed, all stretched out and got ontop of me once more.

He then stuck one leg in between my thighs, which we clenched and began to separate my legs. He pulled his leg up and collided with my crotch. Immediately my legs parted in pleasure. He stretched himself out and rested his head on my shoulder once more, breathing heavily into my ear. He brought one hand under my chest and the other gripped my shoulder, pulling himself up, crashing his..you know..into my…you know. My undies were still on of course, as were his gym shorts, but it was so big that it wrapped from up over me into the front. He held me there like that with simple harmonic motion for a couple minutes.

An I love you escaped my lips. He kissed my ear and replied with a similar sentiment. He untied my wrists and held me for a while.