She rocks back, crying out as the cane lands again.
“Higher.”
Pulling her knees under her, she lifts her hips higher before lowering her cheek to the comforter. She braces for the next fiery strike.
“Spread your legs.”
He wants to see, wants to inhale her. The hitch in his breathing tells her how much he wants to touch her, but he won’t.
The cane falls again and she releases a sigh heavy with want.
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Comments
So glad you writing again – I miss your blog when u don’t x
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Writing has been really difficult lately. I’m not sure what’s the source of that is, but I’m trying to write where I can
mmm I love the picture you paint with your words 🙂
Rebel xox
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Thank you, lovely!
This is a really beautiful picture, I could just keep staring at the elements of the image – shadow, light, color, dark, shape and form, and the way they play together — and with your words.
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Molly took that. She always takes such beautiful photos of me.
Fabulous flash. Very sexy!
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Thank you!