My first orgasm in life taught me one thing - life is dreary without good sex. And that's the mantra I've lived by, even after marriage. Now, I don't mean to brag but when Mr. Braganza and I take it, we take it to town! After much thinking, I've decided it's best to share my bedroom adventures with you all. Because good sex and great stories are never a bad idea!
The knocking wouldn’t stop even after we ignored it for a few seconds. Mr. B, the beast that he is, did the most unexpected thing. He held my hand and guided me back to the bed and after a quick kiss, tied my hands to the bedpost and went to attend to whomsoever was at the door. Most of the conversation was muffled. And then, B walked back, pushing a trolley of our...breakfast! Of course, I had very lavishly ordered it just a few minutes ago and forgotten all about it! We both looked at each other and then at the trolley and burst out laughing. “Well that was one awkward conversation.” Said Mr B, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. “What do we do now though?” I asked, my hands were still tied to the bedpost. “Well…” he raised an eyebrow, and in the clichéd cheesy tone, said “First, we have dessert!” before we jumped back on the bed. Let’s just say dessert was much better than breakfast, although the fried prawn salad wasn’t bad either!
Want to know what Ms. B will be upto next? Come back tomorrow for more!