Love Me, Hurt Me: A Husband's Tale of Torture Volume 3
Love Me, Hurt Me: A Husband's Tale of His Wife Torturing Him, #3
Romance, Erotica, Gay, M&, BDSM
| Author: | Candy Kross | ISBN: | 9781516389940 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead | Publication: | July 9, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Candy Kross |
| ISBN: | 9781516389940 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead |
| Publication: | July 9, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
It was my birthday and my wife, Karen, decided to give me a surprise. I had worked all day, so while I was at work, she spent the day preparing my birthday surprise for me. I had no idea what it was going to be, because if I had, I probably would have run out of the building as fast as my legs would have carried me.
When I arrived home, Karen had me strip my clothes off and she blindfolded me. She then put some other clothes on me. From what I could tell, it was a tight pair of shorts, which I then felt and they were some type of soft rubbery material. She then put on a shirt that was made of lightweight material. I felt it and it felt like some sort of netting. I came to find out later that the material was called mesh.
Karen then led me to her car and I got into the passenger’s side, still blindfolded. I had no idea what was in store for me. She drove for about twenty minutes or so, I couldn't really tell, but four songs had played on the radio and some commercials, by the time she had stopped the car, so I figured it had been that long.
Karen got out of the car and came around to my side and helped me out. “Keep your blindfold on and don’t take it off.” She said in a tone that I had never heard come from her before.
She guided me up some stairs and into a building. The floors were hardwood. I could tell because her high heeled shoes were clacking on the wood.
It was my birthday and my wife, Karen, decided to give me a surprise. I had worked all day, so while I was at work, she spent the day preparing my birthday surprise for me. I had no idea what it was going to be, because if I had, I probably would have run out of the building as fast as my legs would have carried me.
When I arrived home, Karen had me strip my clothes off and she blindfolded me. She then put some other clothes on me. From what I could tell, it was a tight pair of shorts, which I then felt and they were some type of soft rubbery material. She then put on a shirt that was made of lightweight material. I felt it and it felt like some sort of netting. I came to find out later that the material was called mesh.
Karen then led me to her car and I got into the passenger’s side, still blindfolded. I had no idea what was in store for me. She drove for about twenty minutes or so, I couldn't really tell, but four songs had played on the radio and some commercials, by the time she had stopped the car, so I figured it had been that long.
Karen got out of the car and came around to my side and helped me out. “Keep your blindfold on and don’t take it off.” She said in a tone that I had never heard come from her before.
She guided me up some stairs and into a building. The floors were hardwood. I could tell because her high heeled shoes were clacking on the wood.
