We arrived back at my place after a wonderful night in the town. As we collapsed on the couch in a frenzy of laughter and kisses he suggested we move to the bedroom so we could be more comfortable. I let out a wicked laugh and informed him that at least one of us would be in a position of comfort. He looked positively puzzled until I reached into my purse, wound the tape tightly around his wrists and led him, quite willingly, into my boudoir. My, how I do love wrapping and unwrapping "presents"
