The moonlight was your spotlight- it turned your skin silver like a statue . Kneeling, unmoving, barley breathing . You waited, the blindfold soft: deep red the only colour. I watched drinking in the vision that was you: the curve of your spine, the firmness of your ass, the tilt of your head, the fullness of your bottom lip shiny from the touch of your tongue. I let the cane tap the spindles of the chair. I knew the warm night air would carry my scent to you. I watched the muscle in your back tense as you controlled yourself not to turn to the sound of my approach ....tbc

Goose bumps rising as i breathe on your neck. The taste of your skin on my tongue. How your eyes dilate as i lay out the toys. That catch in your voice as you say my name . Things i am looking forward to this year.

Moonlight on lightly oiled skin. All shadow and light. The crazy dance of a flame as it flickers. The sting of a drop of red wax as it meets hard flesh. These are a few of my favorite things.