Bedroom Fantasies

Kira and Sophie were sitting in Kira’s office, wrapping up Sophie’s onboarding before she officially joined the marketing department. As Head of Human Resources, Kira had done a hundred orientations with a hundred employees before today, but none had been quite as cute as Sophie, sitting there in her crisp white button-up blouse tucked into a fitted black pencil skirt, feet squirming uncomfortably in shiny black stiletto heels Kira knew she wouldn’t last the day in. The black pantyhose she was wearing would offer little in the way of relief in the places where stiff patent heels typically pinched. It was like the only office attire the girl had ever seen was from movies.

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Dinner: booked 6 weeks in advance at the restaurant where we had our first date.

Flowers: not cut roses but potted orchids (her favourite), growing in an elegant glass vase and delivered to her office earlier today, complete with a card, of course.

Suit: dry-cleaned and laying flat on the bed.

I emerged from the shower, running through my mental checklist of everything I had organised before taking Nina out for the perfect romantic Valentine’s Day date. It was all going according to my meticulous plan, but if I wanted to be at the restaurant early and on time, I needed to stay on track with getting ready.

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They say that regular date nights are the key to keeping the spark alive in any relationship, but sometimes, dinner and a movie just doesn’t cut it. That’s why my wife and I do date night, but different.
 

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“Merry Christmas my love," I say to Christi, who's rolling over to face me in bed.

It's our first Christmas together in the gorgeous new house and for the first time, we have nowhere to be. Both of our families are away for the holidays and we couldn't be more excited to spend the day with just each other. A blissful, leisurely morning, followed by present exchanging and hopefully, if Christi likes one of my presents, a thrilling, adventurous new experience.

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Lexi and I were strolling through the store, hands clasped together, gazing longingly at the many interesting items lining the shelves and hanging from racks that protruded from the walls in the dozens. Most of the goods at this shop were completely foreign to me, but Lexi was in her element.

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I felt like such an imposter exiting the sex shop, with an unmarked paper bag slung over the crook of my elbow. I hurried to my car and shut the door before folding the top of the bag over so nobody could see inside it and plonking the bag on the passenger seat.

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God, I hated flying. By the time my Uber from the airport arrived home, I was so exhausted that I thought I might just collapse in a heap as soon as I got out of the car, right next to the mailbox. But as the car rounded the corner onto my street, I saw my lovely fiancé sitting on our porch swing and I knew I was going to be just fine. He hurried over to the Uber, helping the driver with my luggage while I double-checked I hadn’t left anything in the backseat. Then the Uber drove off and it was just the two of us, embracing under the fragrant flowering jasmine arch my love had planted over the front gate when we had first moved in here. The floral perfume of a jasmine cluster was one of my favourite scents in the world, and it hung heavy and sweet in the night air, enveloping us in a delectable bubble of peace and passion.

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“Are you ready, Kitten?”

My wrists and ankles were cuffed, outstretched into the corners of our bed, which was pretty much par for the course for us — it was a Tuesday after all — but Master had some brand-spanking-new fetish and bondage toys to play with tonight. 

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