Orbiting in kink space.
The body sees The body knows The body remembers. lub-dub, lub-dub Staccato heartbeats of whips coursing through the room Pulsating laughter, wine and chips Fists against quivering flesh I wish I could take a snapshot of everyone gathered in the far corner of the room and engrave it in me. It feels so nice to… Continue reading Orbiting in kink space.