My man wore my knickers and dressed up in hold-ups and thigh length boots. He topped it off with a tight waistcoat and I was putty in his hands as he tied me up and flogged me looking like he was about to set foot onto the set of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
After leaving yesterday I wanted him so badly. He didn’t lay a finger on me. Told me when we get together we should make a vow to each other to be be honest and respectful. I liked that. Now I need to feel his hands on me to see if my heart still misses that beat.