"You teasing bitch." rings in my head as I shower for the second time today, a huge devilishly wicked grin splitting my face. Tease! I have not even begun to tease you yet, baby!
Stepping from the shower as I dry off. I walk into my lover's room; it reeking of musky sated sweat and sex. My lover is naked and dozing heavily on the bed, his arms stretched above his head. I stand at his feet and gaze down at him.
An angel floats down onto my right shoulder, her delicate whispers brushing my ear, reminding me of the absolutely, incredible, delicious pleasure he gave to me this morning, how wonderful it was, remembering the intense orgasms rolling and writhing through my body.
A soft buzzing in my left ear distracts my thought's, I turn my head as a little devil plops down on my left shoulder. I gasp as I peer startled at the little devil perched on my left shoulder, "what did you say?"
"RED! RED! RED! Have you forgotten so soon", the little devil hisses at me!
Frowning, I think upon it.
The angel whispers, "But he was so good this morning, so giving, so caring, so very loving..."
"Yes! He rocked your world this morning, but that doesn't excuse WHAT he did to you! Hisses the devil.
"Just what did he do, that was so bad!" cries the angel. "He gave her one incredible orgasm after another."
"Yes! He did, he played your body like a perfectly tuned instrument, and then he turned it upon you with a vengeance! Teasing you so mercilessly!" the devil whispers in my ear, mockingly chanting "RED, RED, RED..."
Smiling mischievously, I walk into the closet and grab a handful of your neckties.
The devil laughs mirthfully, as he chants "RED, RED, RED!" Over and over again into my ear, drowning out the mortified cries of the angel, which disappears in a poof of white smoke.
I slip into the kitchen, grabbing a can of whipped cream, a jar of maraschino cherries, chocolate syrup, a small jar of jalapeno peppers and a Popsicle.
Strolling into Tony's room, a sadistic smile upon my face, I set my contraband on the bed next to his sleeping form. Scoop up two of the ties, knotting them loosely in a hangman's noose and tying them to the headboard above his wrists. Carefully, I slip them around each of his wrists, grab his hands and give a quick tug down, tightening them upon his wrists as he jerks awake yelling, "What the hell! What do you think you're doing"!
I reach down and hook his right ankle, tightening a tie around it and attaching it to the bedpost as I saucily reply, "Getting even!" I reach for his other foot, securing it as well.
Confusedly, he snaps, "what for?"
I step up, smiling sweetly at him and quip, "This morning!"
More confused than ever, he opens his mouth to spit out a question and I take the opportunity to gag him with his own tie.
Stepping back, looking at my handy work as his face darkens with irritation, he looks up, tugging on his bonds, tightening them even more. Realizing his predicament, his head whips around, his eyes boring into mine to release him.