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Posted by on Oct 18, 2011 in Erotic writing | 0 comments

Paper :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 35 of Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut, find out all about it here. To join in write a story using this week’s prompt #Paper and then use the link widget to add it to the list.

Please remember to include a link back to this post, please use the link back text supplied if you’re unsure of how to do this, if not I’ll remove it from the link list and please do take the time to read a few of the other contributions.

Thank you for writing and reading.

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This weeks prompt is #Paper

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Mary asked me.

“Very”

I nodded and passed her the stapler and sticky tape,

“Now wrap me up like the best present ever.”

Mary frowned,

“Really?”

“Really! I saw this in a sex blog and it looked so cool. The woman said that the being isolated and waiting really heightened her senses and then when she was unwrapped by her boyfriend they had like, the best sex ever. She was all Oh Emm Geee!
So I thought why not? Rich and I certainly need to spice things up and its cheaper than sex toys.  What could possibly go wrong?”

“Well,”

Began Mary,

“Oh shutup Mary and just wrap me up, I asked you cos you always give me the prettiest wrapped presents. Now come on, Rich’ll be home soon.”

Biting her lip, perhaps to stop herself talking back or maybe just out of concentration Mary began, piece by piece, to wrap me up.

In the blog post I’d read the woman had used some fancy wrapping paper that came on the roll, I was improvising and had snaffled a ream of A4 from work, so it was really more like doing a 3d jigsaw than wrapping a present, at least the sides were easy to match.

Mary started at my feet, got once around and stopped.

“You know what, I think it’ll be easier to start at the top if you don’t mind, that way I can kind of hang pieces down rather than go up, if you see what I mean. Stalagtites and stalagmites and all that.”

“What?”

“Oh you remember from geology lessons, stalagtites have to hold on tight as they grow down from the roof and stalagmites might reach the roof as they grow from the floor. Simples!”

“Geology? Now? Jeez Mary no wonder why you’re single. Just do it however you want, I trust you, and I’m sorry about what I just said, you’re lovely you know.”

Mary stood up and flattened a piece of paper over my head, with a little more force than might be strictly necessary, but I wasn’t going to argue, she was my only hope at reviving my flagging love life.

The snapping stitch of the stapler was unnerving so close to my face but Mary was neat and efficient and soon my head was wrapped up. The white sheet before my eyes played tricks on my depth perception so I closed my eyes and tried to relax.
No easy task when stood naked in front of a friend that hasn’t seen you in anything less than full work clobber. I was glad I’d opened the wine well before we’d started, I knew Mary would have needed her nerves calming as did I.

As Mary worked methodically down, past my ears, my neck and onto my shoulders I did begin to relax, we were both silent now, concentrating on different things, her on her task and me on my hopes for the evening as she flattened paper across my shoulder I realised I was enjoying myself, it was kind of nice being wrapped up a lilting fragile trust was growing between us.

And then I felt her breath, warm on my bare skin, skimming close and then far as she leant in to join one piece of paper to another. Sometimes her fingers tickled against me, I giggled.

“What?”

“Nothing, its just kinda ticklish.”

“Well I’m afraid it’s probably going to be more ticklish soon, its time for boobies and bellies!”

Mary’s sudden silly voice made us both laugh, she placed a hand on my arm stilling me,

“Shh Annie, keep still you don’t want to rip the paper.”

I did as she asked, taking a deep breath and trying not to set myself giggling again.

The paper was cold on my breasts, I could feel my nipples harden but I wasn’t sure what from, the freshness of the sheet of A4 or the proximity of Mary. She covered me quickly and worked on, warmth breath and hands skimming across me, leaving a warm print that was sealed in by sheet after sheet of A4.

As input from the outside world receded under the wrapper of white my senses became dependent on Mary and I understood why the woman in the blog had enjoyed herself so much, who cared what came at the end when the process was so fucking sexy?

Mary carried on with her work. Stitching me into my paper shroud, sliding her hands over me through the wrapping, moulding it more carefully and intimately as she worked lower, casing my arse in crackling white until coming to a halt in front of my hips.

“Annie?”

“Yes?”

“Um, do you want me to do your legs together or apart? You know as one, like a Mummy, or as two so you can move a little?”

“Oh! I hadn’t thought, I don’t know.”

“Well what did the woman in the blog have?”

“I think like a Mummy, yes a Mummy, let’s do it that way. Is that okay?”

“Yes, you’ll need to have your feet a little apart though so its easier for you to stand still.”

I shuffled my legs apart and could feel the hot breath increase in pace against the side of my hips, was that a sigh or a moan from Mary?

Fuck I’m turned on, don’t tell me my friend is as well, I’ve got an excuse, this is for my boyfriend. I can’t be, musn’t be turned on by my best mate at work.  How will we ever go for latte’s again? Concentrate Annie.
Oh god no, I am, I’m horny as fuck and I can feel the bloating in my cunt lips, like over ripe fruit ready to pucker and burst and, stop it stop it Annie concentrate, this is all for Rich.

Okay, inner monologue over. What is Mary doing?

Mary was working on, carefully, too carefully taping and stapling me together. The moment, really just seconds of halting pause at my naked hip passed quickly and she was soon moving down my legs. This work seemed to go quicker and soon she was tickling my big toe and telling me she was finished.

“How do I look Mary?”

“Um! White and a bit weird to be honest.”

“Not sexy?”

“Maybe, to a shredding machine, but I’m not sure that Rich is going to go for it.”

“Oh!”

“Mary?”

“Yes Annie.”

“I need to pee.”

Later that evening Rich came home to me loafing on the sofa in my tracky bottoms and old uni sweatshirt. I’d ordered up a takeaway for him and popped open a  couple of cold beers.

As we slouched down into the cushions and each other, I turned and kissed him, a kiss that I meant and which, taken by surprise he slowly then eagerly returned.  It might not have been worth a sex blog or even a post, maybe a footnote, but as we fucked and laughed and giggled in the mess of samosas, remote controls and odd socks that is our sofa I knew I loved him and he me and all I really needed to do was show him.

As to me and Mary, well I’m not going to tell you what happened but there was a lot of shredded paper going out in the recycling bins that week.

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Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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