Thursday, July 30, 2009
Ropes and Air
Standing in the middle of the room she was naked, her body stripped of all clothing the minute she walked in. She placed her hands behind her back and felt the rope begin to wind up her arms and around her chest. Her breathing became labored as the rope tightened around her waist. Her hair flowed over her eyes as she felt herself being lead to the bench. Leaning over pulled on the rope harder then she had expected, she began taking shallow breathes in attempt to keep air in her lungs while she felt her legs pulled up and the rope winding down.
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Girl...you paint the loveliest (or naughtiest) vignettes. Wonderful.
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ReplyDeleteooooh I like ropes
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ReplyDeleteOk taking a breath now....wow....xoxoxox
ReplyDeleteMmmmmm you make me want to go in search of a rope. Very enticing..
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