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A Night of Blindfolds, Spanking and Anal Pleasure
(Nicola Diaz)

Priscilla dusted the photos that sat on the table in the entry hall. Her favorite was the wedding photo, taken fourteen years earlier. She had been eighteen at the time and Shane twenty-one. Too young for marriage so many of their family and friends said, yet they forged ahead because she had reached legal age. Her hair back then was wildly short, almost too short, standing up in spikes, the veil that hung around her face giving it the soft edges she needed. It was a dare she'd cut her hair so short, a dare by her sister, Lisa, who was at the time just nineteen. Not to be shown up by her older sister, she did it, much to Shane's shock. But the man was okay by the wedding day, claiming she made the most beautiful bride he'd ever seen.



Shane came home later that night from his work as the manager of a large department store in town. He smiled as he bent over and kissed his wife. They had settled into a cozy existence a long time ago, probably more than ten years ago. The first years of their marriage were wild as they traveled all over the place, sometimes only having enough funds to buy a bit of food at the store. Shane was a salesman back then, peddling goods from the trunk of his car. When they married, the honeymoon was also a work opportunity, a chance for him to sell goods to the beach community. 



After they'd settled in the den later that night, with Shane in the recliner and Priscilla stretched on the sofa, the TV came on and as was the deal every night; they flipped through to their favorite shows and then go to bed only to rise and do it all over again the following day. 



"You know, we'd laughed at us if we thought when we first married we'd be in such a blah routine," Shane said as he pitched the remote to the table and adjusted the lamp light.



"What do you mean, sweetheart?" Priscilla asked as she sat up and turned to the man. Normally he was quiet and rarely had much to say about anything after a long day at work.



"Just that in years past we'd be all over each other at this point," Shane said as he looked at his lap, his cock pitching a clear tent in his loose sleep shorts.



Priscilla smiled as she went to him and pulled up her gown and slid out of her panties. She easily pulled his cock from the restraints of his shorts and sat on his lap. He drew her to him in a kiss. She had to admit the sparks were there like they were in the early years but she figured they had grown so used to each other. She gave the man a smile as she lifted over his cock and easily slid herself onto him. It was something they did once in a great while, making love in the recliner. But even that, though good, had turned blah for the couple.