Lock Box of Love

We like to get a little kinky in bed. Well, not bring-in-a-sheep kinky, but we do like to explore in ways we both feel comfortable with. So I had on my Tropical Fish boxers, the black ones with Caribbean reef fish on them.

“Hey baby, see the opening in front? That’s where the moray eel comes out!”

She rolled her eyes but gave me a little grin. We had been ‘saving up’ for tonight and hadn’t made love the previous few days. We have found that if we occasionally agree we won’t have sex for a few days, we get even more crazy to have it. Self denial is on your mind, and the anticipation builds up.

I lit the candles while she opened our ‘lock-box of love’ and got out the flavored lubricants, the velvet handcuffs, rubber sheets and vegetable oil, and – of course – our Angelina and Brad Halloween masks. I told her we wouldn’t need the battery powered orgasmatron.

When every candle was aflame I looked over at her in the soft light. She looked so sweet in her tight black shirt dress that, even though we had previously agreed, I realized that I didn’t want her to wear her Laura Croft Tomb Raider outfit; and for some reason I just didn’t feel like donning my Achilles Greek Warrior costume, even though I think I look almost as good as Brad Pitt did when he wore one in the movie Troy. (Well, maybe if its really dark and you are not too picky…)

She was siting on the edge of the bed, the snug shirt-dress barely down to the top of her thighs, long dark hair framing her sweet face, and her eyes sparkling in the flickering light. I sat down next to her and she took my big hand in her small delicate one. She smiled and whispered, “Baby, can we just be ourselves tonight?”

I actually felt relieved. “Of course sweetie, I want you just as you are tonight. Um… do you still want to see the eel?”