“Hands behind your head.”
You comply quickly, and you wait.
“We’re going to do something that we’ve done before, can you guess?” I ask, smiling.
We are new together, there aren’t that many choices.
“No Ma’am,” you reply quickly. You are nervous.
“The pegs,” I grin at you.
You make a face at me, screw up your nose, your lip curls. You are not into pain. In fact, you don’t like it at all, the … Continue Reading
It is gentle, this image I have of kissing you, soft and exploratory.
Maybe because you are so naively greedy, offering yourself with no real clue what you are putting on the table. You think you can give it because you don’t know any better.
It would be tender… a slow approach, watching your reaction, seeing the longing, the yearning, the guileless reaching. It is heartbreaking, really, the innocence of it, the trust. And oh … Continue Reading