Spice It Up

Ever since the operation, she has been a bit more adventurous. Nothing outrageous, but we have spiced things up with a bit of role playing. I guess that operation, when she had her breasts enlarged to triple D's, unlocked something wild inside her. Or opened her up to expressing it. A few nights ago we talked about a little light bondage. Something simple for our first try at it. We discussed ribbons and blindfolds, and finally settled on handcuffs. She suggested she would be a criminal and I should be a cop. I even picked up a police costume from a local shop.

To be honest, though, I kind of forgot about it over the past couple of days. Well, I didn't forget really. But it moved to the back burner when a big project came up at work. And on that back burner it sat and simmered.

I thought about it again tonight. She wore a really short nightie to bed, with nothing underneath, but wouldn't fool around. I figured she was trying to get me riled up for something.

I don't remember dozing off, but when I wake around 1 am she isn't beside me. The sheets are still warm on her side of the bed, so she must have just gotten up. I roll over to go back to sleep, but it crosses my mind that she might be the "criminal" right now, waiting for me.