'Nice picture,' a voice said behind me.
I turned around. It was Edwin. I showed him the picture, telling him it was Alex. He looked at the picture and smiled, giving it back to me. As I placed the picture back on its place on the shelf, Edwin took me in his arms. Before he kissed me he said, 'That guy doesn't know what he is missing.'
Edwin slowly guided me towards the bed as our tongues were swirling around. I dropped onto the bed, laid down on my back and Edwin crawled on top of me, our lips sealed to one another. His hands roamed over the fabric of my t-shirt, caressing my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra because this was my t-shirt I wear at night to sleep - that and a thong.
His lips moved down my neck as he began to kiss me all over my hands rubbing over his back. He was only wearing his boxers.
I felt his warm breath in my ear, 'I want to tie you to your bed.'
I giggled. 'What are you waiting for?' Edwin laughed and got off the bed and walked to one of the drawers, searching through them, looking for anything suitable.
'Try the lowest one,' I suggested.
He opened the lowest drawer that was filled with scarves. I used to collect all kinds of scarves when I was younger. I loved to wear a different one every day during the winter. Edwin grabbed a few and crawled back on top of me. He took my wrists and moved them above my head and he made me grab the iron rail. I curled my fingers around it while Edwin used a scarf to tie my wrists tightly to the rail.
'Lift your head,' he commanded me. As I lifted my head a bit, he used a second scarf to blindfold me. I could not see what he was doing now but I could feel it as he grabbed my ankle and pulled it to one side and tied it to a bed knob. He grabbed my other ankle and tied it to the opposite knob so now my legs were spread wide open.
I could feel how he sat down next to me and hiked my t-shirt up above my breasts so they were all clear for him to admire.
'Nice view I have here sweetie, now where is that Polaroid cam I had seen earlier today?'
I laughed. 'That must been in Jessy's bedroom, but why do you need that?' I heard him walk away, leaving the room. 'Edwin? Where are you?' I shouted, trying to loosen the scarves but he had tightened them so hard I couldn't move my wrists or ankles an inch. The harder I tried, the tighter they seemed to get until they began to cut into my flesh. I heard something.
'Edwin, is that you?' Suddenly, I heard a clicking sound. He was taking pictures of me, as I was tied up on the bed, my legs spread wide, and my breasts fully exposed.
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