WHAT'S YOUR FANTASY ?

Random story: #2 Rough me up.

I’ve always had this fantasy to be tied up, or handcuffed to the bed while someone tickles my body down with feathers. Or trickles ice cubes against the most sensitive parts on my body, being blind folded is always a rush.

It’s my birthday so I should get whatever I damn well please, and birthday sex is a must.

There’s only one person I know who will help me fulfill my birthday wishes.

****

I took a shower and rubbed my body down with sweet coco butter lotion, every inch of my body glistening. I slid into a pair of black cotton tights that hugged my curves nicely and put a sexy white lingerie shirt, that dipped down, exposing a large amount of cleavage.

I was ready for tonight, and I knew Chris was going to treat me like a princess.

After everything, I sat on my bed and dialed Chris’ number, it rang a few times before Chris finally picked up,

“Happy birthday Tamia.” Chris sang sweetly in my ear.

I giggled a little and bit my bottom lip, “Thank you boo.”

“Did you have fun tonight?” He asked. It was quiet on his line, so quite I could hear the static sounds between the lines.

“Yea, my bitches took care of me.” I smirked, laying back against the pillows, “What did you get me for my birthday nigga?” I asked, thinking of all the possibilities.

A few weeks ago, Chris and I had a conversation about what I wanted for my birthday, so if he paid attention, tonight was going to play out the exact way I wanted it to.

Chris laughed, “Ahh, what makes you so sure I even got you anything?” He asked with sarcasm.

“Don’t play me.” I laughed, “You have ten minutes to bring your ass over here with my presents.” I looked around my room, my mind in one place just from the sound of Chris’ voice.

Chris sucked his teeth, “Aight, I’ll go to Wal-Mart, pick you up a Barbie or some shit and I’ll be there.”

I was getting ready to say something when I heard a faint click, and the sounds of repeated beeping following shortly after.

I laughed out loud and set my phone on the nightstand, biting the inside of my lip. This nigga was stupid.

****

The sudden sound of the doorbell echoing throughout my house spooked me. I jumped off my bed and rushed downstairs, opening the door quickly.

“That wasn’t ten minutes.” I smirked, opening the door wide, “What’s in the bag?” I leaned into Chris and tried to peak in the bag, but he instantly nudged me off of him.

“Get away.” He laughed, gripping the fancy birthday bag in his hand.

It was a cute little bag that had pink stuffing paper overflowing the top, with the words, Happy Birthday in neatly shaped letters on the front.

“Chris if there’s really a Barbie in there…” I chuckled, shutting the front door.

Chris laughed and looked at me, “It’s a birthday Barbie.” He smirked and turned for the stairs.

I sucked my teeth and followed behind him, “Yea okay.” I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

Chris and I went in my room, walking over to my bed, I plopped down at the end and looked up at Chris, “No seriously, what’s in the bag?” I asked with a cute smile.

Chris looked down at me and licked his lips, without say anything he made his way over to the bed. I stayed still as I felt the pressure of his body sitting behind me, my heart beating fast in my chest. The sound of his hand in the bag, brushing against the paper made everything more exciting. I could feel Chris breathing on the back of my neck, sending warm chills down my spine, and almost instantly my world went black.