"This would probably make an even better photograph."
"Why's that?"
I have to think about it, my head pillowed on one of his thighs, my hand resting next to it. The other hand, with the dark rich red rope still wrapped around the wrist, curls around my waist.
He strokes my hair and shoulder while I think, and I arch my back a little against the length of his other thigh, shifting my legs a little to stop the knot from grinding into my ankle, an endeavour made more difficult by the thick band of hemp coiled around my knees.
It's an oddly domestic little picture, in my mind, viewed from the outside. One of his hands on top of my head, the other petting me, expanse of skin and several colours of rope, lounged in the great heap of pillows, this comfortable lazy-dreamy snuggle.
I finally say, "With my hands free, the choice of it all is much more obvious."
I close my eyes. It feels so good.
15 September, 2008
Scenes from a Life, Kink Edition
Posted by Dw3t-Hthr at 12:45 AM
Labels: bdsm, beauty, mirrors, scenes from a life, sensuality
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