An Afternoon to Remember

It happened on a fall day, mild and with a hint of coolness in the air.  They were some of the most memorable 20 minutes of my life. We were at her house.

Though certain details have been edited for brevity, it was the fire that resulted from a growing spark between two Christians who loved – and love – God.  The timelines are approximate.

2:05 pm

We went over the ground rules for about the tenth time—where I could touch, what I could kiss, how she would let me know when to stop—making sure we understood the same thing.  Then I fumbled around in my jacket for the pillowcase I had brought with me, plus some string and rubber bands.

2:08 PM

She sat on her sofa.  She held her hands out in front of her in anticipation.  “Oh,” she said, “would you rather I put them behind my back?”  I nodded.

2:10 pm

I stood back for a moment, admiring my own handiwork but mostly admiring her.  “Well look at you!” I said.

2:15 pm

I finished reading an especially erotic excerpt to her from a well-known ’70’s sex book which I had hand copied.  Then I put it down.  Somewhere in all of this, I found myself sitting next to her, but now I got up and reached out to her.  I listened closely for her responses. With what we were doing, I would have to listen more closely than ever before—and not just with my ears.  With my whole heart.

2:20 pm

There had been some soft moans coming from her, barely discernible if at all, but these had stopped.  Now there was silence blended with keen anticipation of what might happen next but also a complete relaxation and ease with each other.  I felt like a man from head to toe.  She felt like a woman from head to toe.

2:25 pm

I can’t remember exactly what I said, but it was related somehow to what we were doing—everything was.  I looked at her astonished face and wide eyes.  I, too, was astonished.  It felt like I was dreaming, and did not want to wake up.  “You really are gagged, aren’t you?” I said.  Of course, she nodded, with an ever so slight wriggle and another soft submissive moan.  For the second time, I asked, “Do you want to be let go?”  “MMM-mmmm!”  she said, the same answer I’d gotten before.

2:30 pm

After expressing just a touch of sadness that I would eventually have to untie her anyway and take the gag off, I did so.  I would have liked to have kept this up all day, and said so.

2:32 pm

After a minute or so of making sure her mouth and voice were still working, she seemed to be making up for twenty minutes of being silenced in a matter of seconds.  The whole thing was exciting the daylights out of me.  She reveled in the sensation of “cuddling, kissing, and submitting”, and being teased, coaxed into submitting herself.

She went on about how we should do this out in public but we both knew that we’d be arrested if we did.

Already knowing the answer, I suggested that we share what we had just done with some friends.  She grinned from ear to ear.  “I ain’t sayin’ nothin’!” she said.

I then shared more.  “For years I have dreamed about loving a woman wearing a short dress and a gag in her mouth.”  I said the word ‘gag’ as if it had about three syllables.

“Well then, your dream has come true,” she said, a bit more matter of factly.

That evening on the phone, our defenses were down again.  We basked in the afterglow of the whole experience.  She recounted how wonderful she felt, “being tied up and…” I waited for it through the brief pause, “…and gagged. It was wonderful!”  At one point, she broke down in unmistakably happy tears.  Never in her life had she felt so wanted by a man.  Never in my life had a woman even come close to touching my heart as deeply.

It was that day, that afternoon, in those twenty minutes and afterward, that I knew I wanted to marry her.  God had told me in the dream.  Three weeks later, I proposed to her.  She said yes.

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6 replies
  1. CrazyHappyLoved says:

    Wow! So you were able to tie up your girlfriend, read sexy stuff to her, touch her under her clothes, and still obediently hold off on sex until you married her? That must have taken a lot of self-control! I wonder if many people would have that kind of restraint (no pun intended.) Good that you were able to set boundaries that worked for both of you and stick to them.

  2. 1blessedman says:

    No condemnation from one who engaged in far more premaritally. Just some Biblically based perspective: An awesome story and occurrence for married folks; however, I would not recommend such behavior for singles in light of God's expectations for us. Let us put it into perspective. Who would counsel with their teenage daughter that this scenario would be a wonderful Saturday night date activity? Oh, this could be for single adults but not juveniles? If we must sequester sensual activities and relegate them to the 18 and over dating crowd, then that sounds like activities outside the narrow-way. My daughter could do this with her boyfriend at 18 but not at 17 years-364 days old? Sensual/sexual behaviors are a gift from our Creator for those who have entered a covenant relationship for life (marriage). All other individuals are to refrain. God's ways are "be Holy, because I am Holy".

  3. Maxlove says:

    Thank you all for the comments. A couple of quick points in response, to both the compliment and the caution.

    On this occasion, and on the day in question, our physical touching was limited to kissing and sitting close to each other. (And of course, in the process of "kidnapping" her!)

    That said, I would be lying if I said I wasn't beside myself being turned on sexually during those twenty minutes. And there were other occasions when we stepped over the line. Not here – unless what we did do and consent to was over the line. I can respect that stance.

    I just want to be clear about what did and did not happen.

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