Waifu Quest/bondage
From Create Your Own Story
You pull out the rope you've been saving for just such an occasion. Yes, you haven't forgotten what you learned in the Scouts--always be prepared. Preferably with a knot or two.
"Oh..." Your waifu smiles coyly. "Is that for me?"
"No, I was going to ask you to help me put up a hammock," you answer. "Of course it's for you. Come on in."
"I thought you'd never ask." Your waifu follows you inside, closing the door with her heel.
An hour passes. You find yourself sitting on the side of your bed, gazing down at your waifu. There she lies, her slender limbs spread out, tied to the posts of your bed; her hair fans out over the sheets beneath her. She's still catching her breath, and her breasts heave gently, rhythmically, full and round and smooth in the sweat-scented air. Or she could be flat, if that's your thing. Not judging.
"That was amazing," you tell her as you lean down and kiss her. Her lip gloss tastes lightly of strawberry.
"No, you were." She leans up to return the kiss--straining lightly at her bonds--and then lays her head back down, a satisfied flush splayed across her cheeks. "Wanna hit the shower together?"
"Hell yes!" You nod. "Though let me just take out the condom trash first."
"Ah, yeah, good call." Neither of you wants a banana slug getting ripe in your bedroom. "Don't take too long, okay?"
You pat your waifu's cheek. "I'll be back before you can say 'Actually, it's pronounced ah-nee-may.'"
"Actually, it's pronounced 'ah-nee-may.'"
"Ha ha. See you in a sec."
It's only a few short steps from your door to the building's garbage chute, so you don't bother getting dressed. You dump the condom trash, then you close the door to the garbage chute before the everpresent smell of puke can creep out into the hall. Smiling in self-satisfaction, you turn on your heel and...
Oh, shit. You don't have your keys. You're locked out in the hallway, naked. What will you do?
