BoundRelease

...the drifting flakes of snow could not hide the cold heat of the moon's pull. If anything, the snow was like lingerie, a sensual covering that hinted of what lay beneath. If I stare to long, it is hypnotizing...and stirring... I am looking up, feeling the burning fire ...knowing that somewhere, you may glance up to, and we will stare for a moment...at eternity ...Morgan

 …it all starts out naked. The body. The rope. A single strand drawn across in a line, then doubled ...The slow pull of the twisted line against the gentle softness of flesh - a contrast that makes me flush, sets my breathing deep, as a feeling of desire rises …Each strand of rope entwines and articulates around in a pattern of entrapped symmetry, revealing a contrast just moments ago hidden…M y lust rages, at the art of bound, and the body released... ~Morgan

Sent ...having fun, want to sneak a kiss Received  Ummmm a quick kiss is nice