I want to tie you up.
To slowly drag each fiber across the mountain range of your wrists.
Eyeing you carefully, because if I am not vigilant…
… it will be me in the rope.
Headboard or eyebolt? It doesn’t matter, as long as there’s nothing breakable nearby. I know how you like to thrash, kick, and writhe…and I am here to give you what you like.
Cover your eyes, but not your mouth. Your eyes are beautiful, endless depths that I could tread for hours…but it’s that capricious grin I want to see when I’m teasing you. It’s just more fun if you don’t know what’s coming next.
I slip a small metal claw on each fingertip. I want to leave red, glowing scratch marks all down your back. Top to bottom; Side to side. My sexy, tartan-printed prisoner.
Every time I get close, you try to bite me. Keep it up. See what happens.