Archive-name: Bondage/latenite.txt Archive-author: Vermillion Archive-title: Late Night Return ****************************************************************************** This is a love story containing a little consentual bondage. It's really not bad. It is part of an ongoing series of stories about Alice and her lover. Comments and feedback are always welcome at: an1985@anon.penet.fi or wi6368@n7kbt.rain.com. Please do not repost this story without this message intact. Please make no changes except those involving spelling or minor grammar errors. Vermillion ******************************************************************************* I've been waiting for you, Alice. I've put on a fire, and curled up with a book, waiting for you to come home. It's 2 am. You finally get home from halfway across the country, tired and cold and in *no* romantic mood at all. Of course, you still give me a kiss and hug -- not just a cursory kiss and hug -- and explain that you just are not up for anything more now, that you are going to go get a bath and go to bed. Up the stairs you go. I watch you move, imagining how it would look with no clothes on. I hear the water running, and wait just a little. Then I go upstairs, and slide into the bathroom to wash your back for you. You start to protest, and I grab your wrists and pull them behind your head. You look lovely like that, with your arms raised and your breasts jutting out. I pull out the soft cloth cuffs we sometimes use, the dark purple cat collars. I click them on your wrists, and then snap them together behind your head. Its not terribly comfortable, but at least your hands can't get in my way now. Tears start down your face, from exhaustion or discomfort, I don't know. I kiss you and then wipe them away. I take one of those big, soft sponges, and wash you, sluicing water over your back, and letting it run down your shoulders. I kiss the back of your neck and push you against the back of the tub, washing your stomach with the sponge, and then your breasts. You are, by now, feeling very warm as I start to scrub a little at the inside of your thighs, and lean over to kiss your upturned breasts. Your eyes are closed, but you are certainly not surprised by my touches. Eventually, I haul you out, and dry you off with a big fluffy towel, kissing you very hard, forcing my tongue into your mouth and pressing you close to me. It is late, Alice, but there we are, you in your towel and I in my bathrobe. It's much, much colder out in the hall or the bedroom than it is right here in the bathroom, and you don't want to leave. I untie my robe, push your towel away, pressing my naked body close against yours. It is late, you say, as I unhook your hands. And it is, as we sink down onto the bathroom floor. We both smile, as we fuck, very very slowly, feeling very very warm. You'll sleep well tonight, dear. Vermillion --