In the mid-1980s, the Monkees are hot stuff again after MTV has reintroduced them to a whole new generation of fans. The executives at their old recording label wants them to record some new tunes for a 20th anniversary album and go on a reunion to...
They finished their bath and Micky changed into his pajamas and padded downstairs. He let the dogs out into the yard for them to have their last bathroom break out there. He locked up and then went back upstairs to find Gabby surprisingly still naked, wrapped in her towel. He leaned against the bedroom door and just gazed at her, communicating silently the question "What is your pleasure, my love?"
She walked towards him and shooed the dogs back out of the room, then pulled him in and closed the door. Standing up on her tiptoes, she requested a kiss, which he granted gently, tentatively, still unsure where this was going. Her fingers crept to his waist and raised up his shirt and skimmed over his belly and up to his chest, grazing his nipples and brushing them into stiff peaks.
Micky groaned and deepened the kiss and while wrapping his arms around Gabby's back, and sliding down to her butt and squeezing firmly. He slid his hands up her back, then reached for her towel and snatched it away from her body. Gabby gasped and giggled, leaning into him and purring "Mmmm, I was waiting for that."
"What can I do for you to start your new year off right, Gabriella? Tell me, ask me, beg me."
"I know you're going to be surprised."
"No I'm not. I already know, now that you've said that."
"What? How? What did I say?"
"You kind of tipped your hand yesterday. Lie down. I'll be right back."
Gabby laid herself down on the bed, trusting in her and Micky's ability to communicate mostly wordlessly, particularly when it came to matters of the heart and the body. They were in so deep with each other and had always based their relationship on solid communication in all its forms. So she decided to just go with it. Even if he didn't really know what she wanted, she was excited to see what he had in mind for her. So she just waited.
He had gone into the part of their room where they had a walk-in closet. He returned with something behind his back. Now he pulled his hand out in front of him to reveal four long scarves. They were of a silky, slippery material. Micky had purchased them when the Monkees were in Boston for a concert anticipating the girls visiting them on the road, and he had found himself in a seedy neighborhood called the Combat Zone, Boston's red light district.
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He and Gabby had allowed each other to restrain one another and make love and it had been exhilarating, but they both had agreed that it wasn't really their bag. Micky had been less enthusiastic about being tied up because it went against his need to be "the director" and also it constrained his manic, kinetic body, while Gabby had enjoyed the sensations but had trouble with the mental and emotional aspect of it. So it was surprising to Micky that that nearly eight years later, Gabby wanted to revisit the adventurous practice.
He asked simply "Why?"
She replied "I liked how it feels, and tonight, I want you to own me completely. I want there to be no question about it in either of our minds. I know what I said earlier, but there are still ways I want to show you that I am yours utterly, and this is one of them."
