Two days later and I stop half way through getting the tea bag as another memory fills my mind.
Two days later and I inhale mindfully as I lean against the kitchen stool and the tenderness blooms more.
Two days later and I smile as I bend over to sort the washing and I remember exactly how I earned the aches and stripes.
Two days later and I am pondering how to capture in words the exquisite scene that he created. How to even begin to weave the words that will express the deep immersion in fear, surrender, isolation, and connection and more than all that, the trust that makes it beautiful.
Two days later and I’m grinning because I am one very lucky “Kinky Bitch.”
I could feel guilty about those low blows. I prolly would if they hadn’t landed EXACTLY where I aimed them.
Lovely post and I’m so glad you got all that from our session. Bx
Oh goodness they are low aren’t they … but beautifully impressive and your lovely bottom wears them so well!!!
Xxx – K
Oh those are some glorious marks
molly