There's a pair of cuffs suspended over a door. A paddle is on a kitchen chair. Droplets of wax are cooling on the floor. A few ice cubes melt in a bowl set beside a paddle. The entire room smells faintly of watermelon lube. I lie on the floor more relaxed than I've been in weeks. A gag and blindfold on the floor beside me. He stands above me stretching languidly, and as he does the house settles. There's an odd noise that we know is the floor, but for just a moment we both look at the door.
"If someone shows up I don't care. I'm not moving." I tell him. "They can just see me naked."
He laughs "Even if we managed clothes I don't think it would matter, kitten. Look at this place it's like a kinky crime scene."
A brief recap of a recent conversation I had with my Sir that I found particularly amusing and wanted to share. It isn't exactly a secret we're into BDSM but had company decided to arrive at that precise moment they would have been treated to much more explicit proof than usual. The same evening we also had another chat about how succulent watermelon lube makes dick taste like a jolly rancher, so yeah I had a great couple of days. I love so many things about being with him, but sometimes the little moments are the best.