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Hidden Pleasures - part 2
The doorbell rings, and you take a deep breath before answering it. Patrick stands on the other side, his eyes widening when he sees you in your alluring outfit. ‘You look stunning,’ he says, stepping inside. ‘I can’t believe I get to be here with you.’ You smile and lead him into the dining room, where a candlelit table awaits. The scent of roasted garlic fills the air, and Patrick’s stomach growls in anticipation. ‘I hope you like Italian,’ you say, pouring him a glass of wine. ‘I love it,’ he replies, taking a sip. ‘This is amazing.’ You sit down across from each other, and the conversation flows easily as you share stories about your childhoods and past relationships. You find yourself opening up to Patrick in ways you never have with anyone else, and he listens intently, his eyes never leaving yours. As you talk, you can’t help but notice the way his hands move when he speaks, the strength in his forearms, and the way his lips curl into a smile. You feel your body responding to him, your desire growing with each passing moment. Finally, you bring up the topic of your experience at the waterfall. ‘I wanted to thank you,’ you say softly. ‘For sharing that with me.’ Patrick nods, his eyes shining. ‘It was my pleasure. I’ve never felt so connected to someone before.’ You reach across the table and take his hand in yours, feeling the roughness of his skin against your own. A spark ignites between you, and you know that this night will be one you’ll never forget. After dinner, you clear the dishes and bring out dessert – a decadent chocolate cake with whipped cream. You feed each other bites, laughing as the cream drips onto your fingers. As the evening wears on, the tension between you grows stronger. You can see it in Patrick’s eyes, in the way he watches you move around the room. Finally, you can’t take it anymore. ‘Patrick,’ you say, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. ‘I want you.’ He nods, his breath quickening as you straddle his lap, pressing your body against his. His hands roam over your hips, your waist, your breasts, sending shivers down your spine. You lean in for a kiss, and he meets you halfway, his lips warm and soft against yours. Your tongues dance together as you explore each other’s mouths, the passion between you building with each touch. Suddenly, Patrick stands up, lifting you into his arms and carrying you to your bedroom. He lays you down gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he begins to undress you slowly, revealing inch after inch of your bare skin. As he removes your clothes, he discovers the rough lace trim on your bra and panties, and a wicked grin spreads across his face. ‘I have an idea,’ he says, pulling out a pocketknife from his jeans. ‘Close your eyes.’ You do as he asks, feeling a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. You hear the sound of fabric being cut, and then Patrick’s hands are on you again, this time with the rough lace against your skin. He traces patterns on your body with the lace, the sensation both soothing and arousing at the same time. You moan as he teases your nipples, your clit, and the sensitive skin on your inner thighs. Finally, you can’t take it anymore. ‘Patrick,’ you gasp, reaching for him. ‘I need you inside me.’ He complies, sliding into you with a groan. You wrap your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with your own as the rough lace between your bodies creates an incredible friction. As you climax together, you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Your bodies tingle from the sensations created by the abrasive materials, and you know that this night has opened up a new world of possibilities for pleasure and connection.
You wake up in Patrick’s arms, your body still tingling from last night’s exploration of Abrasion using rough lace trim. The sun is streaming through the window, casting a warm glow over the room.
Patrick nuzzles your neck, his breath tickling your skin. ‘Good morning,’ he murmurs.
You smile and turn to face him. ‘Morning.’ Your eyes meet his, and you feel a rush of affection for this man who has helped you rediscover the joys of life and intimacy.
‘I have an idea for today,’ Patrick says, his voice low and seductive. ‘How about we explore your apartment and find new ways to incorporate Abrasion into our play?’
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. ‘What did you have in mind?’
Patrick leans in close, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. ‘I thought we could blindfold you and let you discover different textures and surfaces around the apartment that might excite us both.’
Your heart skips a beat at the thought of being led around your own home, rediscovering it through the lens of sensual exploration. ‘I’m game,’ you say, grinning. ‘Let’s do it.’
Patrick retrieves a blindfold from his bag and gently places it over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. He takes your hand and guides you out of the bedroom, the soft padding of your bare feet against the wooden floor the only sound in the silent apartment.
‘Where are we going?’ you ask, excitement building in your chest.
‘You’ll see,’ Patrick teases, his voice husky with desire. ‘Or rather, you won’t.’
He leads you into the living room and positions you in front of a coarse blanket draped over the back of the couch. ‘Feel how rough this blanket is against your skin,’ he says, running it along your arms and shoulders.
You shiver as the scratchy fabric tickles your sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. ‘It’s amazing how something so simple can feel so good,’ you murmur.
Patrick chuckles. ‘That’s the beauty of Abrasion. It allows us to see the world in a whole new way.’
He guides you around the room, letting you explore the edges of an antique wood table and the rough texture of a brick wall. Each new surface brings a different sensation, heightening your awareness of your surroundings and your own body.
‘Now it’s time for something a little more adventurous,’ Patrick says, leading you back into the bedroom.
You feel him moving around the room, gathering items from your closet. ‘What are you doing?’ you ask, curiosity piqued.
‘Just wait,’ he replies, his voice muffled by fabric.
A moment later, you hear a soft thud as something lands on the floor. Patrick takes your hand and helps you climb onto the bed. You feel him securing something around your wrists, and then you’re lifted into the air, suspended from the ceiling by what feels like a rope.
‘What is this?’ you ask, laughing nervously.
‘It’s a makeshift sex swing,’ Patrick explains. ‘I found a sturdy branch outside and used some rope I had in my bag.’
You feel your heart race with excitement as you sway gently from side to side, the rough rope rubbing against your skin. ‘This is incredible,’ you say, grinning. ‘Let’s try it out.’
Patrick positions himself behind you, his hardness pressing against your ass as he enters you slowly, the swing creaking softly beneath your weight. You moan as he begins to move, each thrust sending you soaring through the air, the rough rope rubbing against your chest and stomach.
‘I never knew my own home could be so exciting,’ you gasp, your fingers curling around the ropes that suspend you.
Patrick laughs, his breath hot against your neck. ‘That’s the beauty of Abrasion. It allows us to see the world in a whole new way.’
After your intense lovemaking session in the swing, Patrick releases you from your bindings and helps you down from the bed. You both collapse onto the mattress, panting and laughing with delight.
‘That was amazing,’ you say, running your fingers through his hair. ‘But I think we should explore some more.’
Patrick grins. ‘I was thinking the same thing. How about we use some household items to spice things up?’
You nod enthusiastically. ‘Let’s do it!’
The two of you spend the afternoon experimenting with various objects around the apartment, using a feather duster to tickle each other and turning on an electric fan to create a breeze against your sensitive skin. Each new sensation brings laughter and pleasure, deepening your connection and exploring the limits of your desires.
As the sun begins to set, you and Patrick collapse onto the couch, exhausted but happy. You snuggle close, his arms wrapped around you as you watch the last rays of light fade from the sky.
‘This has been an incredible day,’ you say, sighing contentedly. ‘Thank you for helping me rediscover the joys of life and intimacy.’
Patrick kisses the top of your head. ‘It’s my pleasure. I’m just glad we found each other.’
Your phone buzzes on the coffee table, interrupting the moment. You glance at the screen and see a text from one of your friends, inviting you both over for dinner the following night.
‘Looks like we have plans tomorrow,’ you say, smiling as you show Patrick the message.
He nods, his eyes sparkling with excitement. ‘Perfect. I can’t wait to share our newfound experiences with your friends.’
You grin, feeling a warmth in your chest as you imagine the night ahead. With Patrick by your side, you know that life will never be boring again.