I love you. I want to spend my days looking at you and my nights touching you. I want to feel your warmth beneath the cool of my finger tips. I want to gently caress you, touching every part of you until eventually it is time to sleep and tomorrow when I wake I hope…
It has been a while since we have played with clothes pegs (or pins for my Murrican readers) I don’t really know why that is, it is just one of those things that seemed to have slipped from our play. I suspect some of the reason is that we both absolutely thrive on the heavy…
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