“You are kneeling on the floor, your legs spread, your arms behind your back, hands clasping wrists. You are blindfolded.”
A vignette about waiting patiently.
“You are kneeling on the floor, your legs spread, your arms behind your back, hands clasping wrists. You are blindfolded.”
A vignette about waiting patiently.
“Return to the room. Place the tea out of the way on a shelf. Make the bed, which is rumpled from where you flopped onto it when you first arrived.”
A vignette about passing time while your lover’s in the corner
“She feels quite light, floaty, pleasantly empty. She walks to the bus stop through the very fine rain.”
A vignette about returning to the world after a private liaison.
“She can be, when she chooses, a recalcitrant schoolgirl – brattish and sly and convinced of her cleverness…”
A vignette about the different roles that a kinky couple inhabit.
“She parts her lips and her lithe tongue wraps around the tips of my fingers. Takes the piece of cake from me into the warm soft interior of her mouth.”
A vignette about the joys of feeding.
“The plug, glistening with lube, goes onto the bedside table. She gets down on her knees and bends over the bed.”
A vignette about getting ready for a date.
“It’s warm inside. In the doorway we perform an awkward dance of removing shoes. We clutch one another for balance.”
A short story about a first kiss, interruped by rain.
“She has her tongue in his mouth and her hand on his crotch when he becomes aware that at some point in the near future he’s going to need to remove his socks.”
A short story about undressing, awkwardly.