My Fantasy

I woke to the sun shining on my face, alone in my bed. My head hurt as I tried to sit up. I started to think my night was an intense dream until I saw the marks on my wrists from the restraints, and the remains of my baby doll and panties on the floor. I went to the bathroom, took care of business, slipped on my robe, and walked into my living room.

There I was greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of bacon sizzling. I wandered into the kitchen to see the back of the man from my night of intense sex and passion cooking breakfast. He was wearing my apron, a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. On the counter was a black leather hood. I picked it up, looked at the holes where his eyes and lips were, and could smell leather and me, or rather my pussy on it.

I set it down and heard, "Want some coffee?"

I looked up and into the hazel eyes of Eric Keller, Jimmy's friend and the man I was sure who had fucked me all night long. "Eric? What are you doing here?"

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