Which Friday?

“We need to talk.” The voice was harsh and irritated.

I tried to reply but the hand at my throat tightened indicating I should stop, so I nodded my head instead. He pushed me ahead of him, and I stumbled along though his hands were still holding tight, up the stairs and through the front door of the cabin. Finish the story…

“It’s on.”

I squirmed, and wiggled my ass to see if I could shift his arm away. But he was on his knees and calves in front of me and his longer torso meant he had the advantage of height at the shoulder, giving him better leverage. He pulled my hair tighter and I stopped moving and looked into his eyes. Finish the story…

Love Note

My fingers found their way to the top button of your shirt and slid the button open, then another, my fingertips caressing the newly exposed skin while you nibbled on my lips. I stepped back to pay attention to my work, and as I continued to unbutton your shirt and peel the wet fabric away from your body, I was fascinated by the little rivulets of water cascading from the tips of your now soaked hair, down to your shoulders, and tracing paths down your chest. Finish the story…