Archive-name: Bondage/latenite.txt

Archive-author: Vermillion

Archive-title: Late Night Return





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This is a love story containing a little consentual bondage.  It's really not

bad.  It is part of an ongoing series of stories about Alice and her lover.



Comments and feedback are always welcome at: an1985@anon.penet.fi or 

wi6368@n7kbt.rain.com.



Please do not repost this story without this message intact.   Please make no

changes except those involving spelling or minor grammar errors. 



Vermillion

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     I've been waiting for you, Alice.  I've put on a fire, and curled up 

with a book, waiting for you to come home.  It's 2 am.  You finally get 

home from halfway across the country, tired and cold and in *no* romantic 

mood at  all.  Of course, you still give me a kiss and hug -- not just a 

cursory kiss and hug -- and explain that you just are not up for anything 

more now, that you are going to go get a bath and go to bed. 

 

     Up the stairs you go.  I watch you move, imagining how it would look 

with no clothes on.  I hear the water running, and wait just a little.  

Then I go upstairs, and slide into the bathroom to wash your back for you.  

You start to protest, and I grab your wrists and pull them behind your 

head.  You look lovely like that, with your arms raised and your breasts

jutting out.  I pull out the soft cloth cuffs we sometimes use, the dark 

purple cat collars.  I click them on your wrists, and then snap them 

together behind your head.  Its not terribly comfortable, but at least 

your hands can't get in my way now.  Tears start down your face, from 

exhaustion or discomfort, I don't know.  I kiss you and then wipe them 

away. 

 

     I take one of those big, soft sponges, and wash you, sluicing water 

over your back, and letting it run down your shoulders.  I kiss the back 

of your neck and push you against the back of the tub, washing your 

stomach with the sponge, and then your breasts.  You are, by now, feeling 

very warm as I start to scrub a little at the inside of your thighs, and 

lean over to kiss your upturned breasts.  Your eyes are closed, but you 

are certainly not surprised by my touches.  Eventually, I haul you out, 

and dry you off with a big fluffy towel, kissing you very hard, forcing 

my tongue into your mouth and pressing you close to me.   

 

     It is late, Alice, but there we are, you in your towel and I in my 

bathrobe.  It's much, much colder out in the hall or the bedroom than it 

is right here in the bathroom, and you don't want to leave.  I untie my 

robe, push your towel away, pressing my naked body close against yours.  

It is late, you say, as I unhook your hands.  And it is, as we sink down  

onto the bathroom floor.  We both smile, as we fuck, very very slowly,  

feeling very very warm. 

 

     You'll sleep well tonight, dear.  

 

 

Vermillion 

 

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