Sex Shop

I have always wanted some proper handcuffs and a blindfold. We have used ribbon, scarves and belts (once we used a bikini that came free with Marie Claire magazine) but they never quite gave the feeling i desire. That feeling of being dominated. Somehow the polka dot belt from my dressing gown doesn't quite do it.

I chose a black leather blindfold, beautifully soft and supple with matching cuffs.

'Did i want anything else?' J asked. Errmm......

I perused the selection of vibrators, reading the attached reviews. I was looking for the Cherry Nibbler mentioned by Suze. It sounded good so i enquired. The friendly woman (who offered us a cup of tea on arrival) looked very confused.

'What?!!' she said.
I then felt very uncomfortable at having mentioned the word 'Nibbler'.

She showed me other items she thought i might like but with my heart (or pussy) set on the Cherry Nibbler, i stuck with the bondage gear.
With our pink tissue wrapped purchase we headed for a bar. Aroused by our bag of goodies we drank summery drinks sat on a leather settee with bare arms and legs draped over each other. Occasionally J would stroke my thigh, lifting my skirt a little too high.

'She's nice, do you like her?' J asked as the girl who served us walked past. I did like her. I'd already looked at her breasts, slightly exposed by her vest top. 'Yes' i said looking some more. J grinned at me.
My girl on girl fantasies have only ever been about pictures i've seen or films i've watched, never about someone in the flesh. It was a little strange and unnerving.

The previous day in Topshop i had seen someone else. Below her on the steep escalator i had looked at her very short skirt quite innocently wondering how some girls dare to bare so much when i found myself looking at the piece of skin at the top of her leg and just a glimpse of buttock. The tingling between my legs and an automatic squeezing of my thighs shocked me. The shocked feeling made me realize i was being ever so slightly naughty which aroused me further. In the changing room i dipped my finger between my labia to find me warm and wet.

In a cool shop a pretty girl put J's t-shirts in a bag. No bra and a thin, white top exposed her dark, slightly erect nipples. I imagined running my tongue over them and squeezing them between my thumb and forefinger. Lovely.

J and i never did find that place i wished existed. The place where someone will come on to me and make it easy for me to get what i so badly want.
I've heard good things come to those who wait but i don't think there is any harm in trying to hurry things along.
In the meantime though, there was a pair of cuffs and a blindfold waiting to be unwrapped...........