A thunderstorm day

Ezra Finch
5 min readJun 24, 2022

Then the day had come, I was finally going to see my loved one again after we hadn’t seen each other for a long time. I had arranged for us to borrow a cabin not too far away from home so that we would be left completely alone. The message was clear beforehand “you meet half an hour before me and when I come you’re going to lie naked in bed blindfolded, the curtains should be pulled in from” I have to admit that it teased a little extra, usually he’s the considerate and tender lover not the dominant one. I did as I was told and 10 minutes before he was due to arrive I was lying in bed, well and noticing blindfolded, thinking that I could take that when I heard him in the door. I lie in bed and hear thunder in the distance as I look forward to what’s to come. Then a text message is ticking in. You haven’t done what you’ve been told, it just says. Only then did I realize why he had told me that the curtains should not be drawn for. I quickly text back “I’m sorry” before I take the tie before my eyes. I can’t believe he’s standing outside looking at me. After what seems like an eternity, I hear it going through the exit door, but he can’t get right into the bedroom. Just standing outside the door and telling me to turn around so I’m lying on my stomach. I do as I’m told, at the same time I notice that the thunderstorm has come closer and that it is raining quite heavily. But my thoughts are mostly with him out there and I was really wondering what he was doing. Why didn’t he come in? What consequences would it have that I had not worn the tie in front of his eyes that he had asked for? At the same time, I notice that I am starting to get quite wet between my legs, the thoughts of what awaits me were quite arousing After what feels like an eternity it finally goes in the door, automatically I turn my head towards the sound, but am clearly told to lie still. I’m just lying there, feeling like he’s looking at me. Nothing happens. I feel it’s hard to lie still, his eyes burning in his back. Eventually he comes over to the bed I notice the mattress succumbing to his weight as he sits down. Suddenly I feel something freezing wet dripping down on my back, pulling my breath abruptly and about to lift my head, he pushes my head back into the mattress. Holding it a little hard and saying low “lie still I said”. The cold drops are a real contrast to the warm feelings inside me. Then he strokes something cold and wet over my ass…

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