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They're kindly allowing me to share an excerpt from a story on the site, written by Malicia Paine. Take a look, and if it pushes your buttons in all the right place, click the link at the bottom to read more.

Excerpt from The Handcuffs Were My Idea

When I first started delivering mail some 35 years ago, it was a different world back then, let me tell you. In that time I've seen so many things. I saw America tighten its automobile safety laws, and then I saw the first self-driving Google-car. I saw the US become a more tolerant nation, electing its first black president, and then go on to elect its first racist Oompa-Loompa. Like I said, I've seen a great many things. Many things that warmed my heart. But nothing quite grabbed me by the feels the way my community did the day I retired.

It was my very last day, doing my final route before my retirement. Almost every house had a gift waiting for me. I found myself having to make my way back to my truck every few houses or so, because people just kept on giving me gifts! They were giving me everything from boxes of chocolates, to bottles of wine, to flowers, and then of course there was the money. I was deeply humbled by just how generous everyone in the neighborhood was being. I had no idea everyone cared so much! But I have to say, there was one gift that topped 'em all.

When I got to grumpy ol' Greg's place, a beautiful young blonde in a nightgown opened the door. When she saw it was me, she smiled and untied the front of her nightgown, revealing a matching black lacy bra and panties set, complete with garters and stiletto shoes.

"Hello Gary," she said in a sultry voice. "Won't you come inside?"

Well, I had to do a double-take. You know when you look away too fast and you have to look back again because you're not sure what you saw was real?

Anyhoo, it was, of course, Greg's wife, Charlotte. I'd barely recognized her! I mean…I already knew she was a beauty—I may be old, but you'd have to be dead not to notice how hot that sweet little thing is—but this was a side of her I ain't never seen before. She looked like a million bucks! I mean…she's always been a natural beauty, but normally she'd be dressed down the way you might expect a humble housewife to dress when greeting strangers. Now—after regular conversations with her over the last ten years or so since Greg married her, we've had regular conversations—so I'm no stranger exactly. But still…WOW!

"Charlotte?" I said.

She just smiled sweetly at me and nodded.

"Uh—sure," I added. "Yeah, I'll come in."

I came inside and she closed the door.

"Charlotte, what's—"

"Shh…" she hushed.

She put her arms around my and neck kissed me sweetly on the lips.

Well…I was just about instantly hard as a rock in my nethers, let me tell you.

She kissed me for a spell, and then rubbed the front of my pants gently with her hand.

She giggled. "Looks like you're not the only one getting gifts today."

I didn't know what to do other than sigh as she touched me down there. Her hand felt wonderful on my cock, even if it was just through my pants.

She took my mail bag and put it down on the table beside the door. Then she produced a pair of handcuffs.

Now, normally I wouldn't let a strange woman put me in handcuffs. But like I said, I've known Charlotte for a decade or so now, and I'm not ashamed to admit I do have a little bit of a crush on the beguiling little blonde. I'm still not sure what in the Sam hill she's doing with grumpy ol' Greg. Maybe she sees a side of him I ain't never seen before. Or maybe he's richer than the ol' cheapskate acts.

Anyhoo…Charlotte handcuffed my hands behind my back, and without another word, she kissed me on the lips again.

Boy, was I ever getting sprung in my pants, let me tell you. It was like being twenty-five again! She just rubbed my pants again, and it was obvious that she could tell what was going on down there.

She bit my lip playfully. She giggled. She dropped her nightgown to the floor. That's when I saw the full outfit—the black lacy bra, panties, garters and shoes—they all showed off curves I could literally die for. Yes, literally, I could have had a heart attack right then and there and have been happy. Yes sir, she was a beauty for sore eyes. Or any eyes.

She got to her knees and unzipped my fly. It was then I realized what she was doing.

"Charlotte," I said, "are you sure about this? If your husband finds out—"

"Shh…" she hushed again. "This was his idea!"

"His idea?" I repeated, baffled.

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About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I’m also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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