December 20th 2010 I buried my face in the pillow as the belt wrapped its self round my arse and thighs, again and again, the cool hard leather cracked across my tender flesh, my ever-increasing cry’s muffled within the pillow….. A pause in the rhythm gives me a moment to catch my breath, I glance…
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6th December 2010 It was cold and dark but with my hand in His that didn’t really matter for once. I was wrapped up, scarf, hat, gloves etc and we had my trusty little guide book and a route all mapped out and so off we set. Because he has spent most of His time…
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