Simultaneously exhausted and sleepless, with memories of the night vivid in your head.
Tied and teased while made to beg for release, repeatedly. Only when you had all but given up, were you granted that divine reward. Fingers moving, absentmindedly deciphering the residual red Braille, leading to a longing that throbs throughout your being.
Your body craves this exquisite play, however fleetingly satisfied. The ties that bind always leave a mark and yet, those that cannot be seen brand deeper and linger longer, making us look for the other kind, that worn on the outside. Alas, none truly endure…
