I lay there, stark naked on the bed as he zips up his trousers, the black material hangs next to his skin, still slightly moist from a mixture of our sweat, I love it when he doesn't shower after being with me, to know he'll be walking around with part of me still on him, … Continue reading The Chastity Belt.
I lay on the bed, face down in the pillow and my legs spread wide. I could feel his presence in the room as I anticipated the next movements of the night. The strength of his hand gripped my ankle as I felt the rope twirl around me. He knotted the rope with expertise as … Continue reading The One with the Rope