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My Magazine > Editors Archive > Sex Secrets > A Special Evening
A Special Evening   by Midori

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They had set this special day aside for one another.

He’s read the instructional books, taken classes and went on-line in search of information. He wanted to make sure everything was right, that nothing would go wrong to ruin the evening, disappoint or harm her. Being new to such things, he wasn’t taking chances. If done incorrectly, the consequences would be dire for her and their relationship, and he knew it.

He was grateful that San Francisco was full of specialty stores that catered to the sort of evening he’d planned for. All the exotic implements of pleasures and ingredients of desire laid out before him, he was ready to begin the process that would lead to the culmination of her expectations.

Slowly he undressed her. Her supple pale skin, goose bumps and all, glistened in the amber rays of the autumn afternoon. The bath prepared with fragrant flora, he gently washed her ample figure, taking care to cleanse even the most modest crevice and niche. She yielded to his ministrations with silent consent.

He dried her as gently and thoroughly as he had bathed her, patting her dry, admiring her beauty. He poured exotic Italian oils upon her willing flesh and then massaged her into a state of surrender. Her full breast heaved under his strong fingers. Well-muscled thighs relaxed and her legs parted, revealing her chasm for his plundering. He pulled back from her and admired her reclining form. He glanced at the latex gloves on the equipment table and hesitated a moment. Should he be careful and don the gloves? He knew that he was clean. All her tests were cleared. He knew that much, as that was a very important factor in his search for her. He wondered if he was just a squeamish wuss about the moistness of natural flesh. Was he just a neurotic metrosexual? Deciding to push beyond his urban skittishness, he lubricated his bare hands with the oils.

He slid his fingers into her opening and waited a moment, getting used to that fleshy feel. She was warm and open from the bath and patient with him. Before coming together for the evening, she’d already been thoroughly cleaned out, so what did he have to worry about? Beyond her narrow opening was a wide-open space willing to be filled.

He pulled the fingers out of her and decided to make this a bit easier for both of them. Wiping his hands off with a towel he reached for the neatly coiled cotton cord laid out between the oils, cleanser, and the long, thin metal spikes. He’d practiced this part before so he was pretty confident. He wound the soft white cord around in gentle coils on her limbs, binding them into submission ‒ binding her flesh into submission. Her legs spread, slightly awkwardly and stiff, but he knew that she’d relax as things got hotter. And boy, was it going to get hot. Her hole opened up to him, more accessible, more inviting for his plundering.

Once more he oiled his hands and digits thoroughly. Placing his fingers at her opening, he gazed down upon her gorgeous breasts. Forsaking his previous hesitations, he plunged into her as deeply as she’d let him. He explored her cavity thoroughly, massaging the lubrication into every little area, rubbing deeply in circular motion. He was really getting into this. It was going to get really heated and juicy soon.

Fingers curled now into a large masculine fist, he stuffed her full, deeply, with a pounding motion. Her thighs quivered.

Satisfied, he pulled out and gazed at her pounded, full form. She was oozing out from being filled with the good stuff.

Turning away from her briefly, he reached for the spikes. Long, silver and surgically sharp, they’d never been used on any other. She would be his first. Remembering the manual, he pinched up the fleshy lip-like skin around her hole, then, with one swift motion, pierced her puckering skin. Her moist skin let the metal glide through and fully pierce her. He pinched up the skin on the other side and pierced that with the same spike. He grasped another spike and pierced her again. He repeated this three more times. She lay there, quiet, obedient and expectant.

Flush with excitement from his bold and confident moves, he grabs for more cotton cord. With the swiftness of an over eager Boy Scout, he winds the cord around the piercing metal and laces them tightly, closing her gaping hole.

Glistening, bound, pierced and trussed, she is his victorious work of art.

But his creation isn’t complete yet!

He lifts her heavy and shaking form carefully and carries her gently to a bed of flour. Everything is all ready for them, nice and hot for the sizzling hour ahead of them.
Sizzling, pre-heated to 400 degrees, for three hours, to be precise.

He’ll leave her there for now, to roast in darkness of the oven, as he must check on those adorable baby carrots, curvaceous sweet potatoes and, of course, the cranberries. This year, he’s going for real cranberries and not the canned stuff.

His beloved will be back soon with the special order pumpkin pie from the specialty baker. He hopes that his first ever home-cooked turkey will impress her… and then he might get to do a bit of stuffing later in the bedroom!

Yes, this was about the Thanksgiving turkey. What did you think this was?




An educator and columnist on adventurous sexuality, Midori also the author of The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage, Master Han's Daughter and Wild Side Sex: The Book of Kink. Midori travels the world presenting to universities, education events, organizations and media.

She's known for her humanistic, humorous and warm classes that help people to spice up their sex lives and encourage self discovery and personal growth.

Her weekend intensives called "Women's Sensual Dominance Weekend Intensive" and "Rope Bondage Dojo®" have been sell-out hits for years. Information on her Rope Bondage Dojo® Weekend Intensive is at >www.RopeDojo.com.

Information on her classes and special performance schedule: Fire Horse Productions, Inc.

Her art: Photography, Installation and Performance is at www.Ranshin.com.