Power swap Stories

It is what the eye sees when it closes,  what's behind the drawn lids.  It is when the senses heighten  and the dampness of heat can be felt by the fine hairs on the surface of your skin  --hairs that stand and fall at their own bidding.  Small sounds reach from behind the obvious and whisper in your inner ear.  The words are in code,  but your heart remembers the echo of the womb.It slows to a rhythm that is truly yours....

Moist and supple lips lightly brush my shoulder as you snug the last silken knot around my wrists.Two long stylish ties bind my hands behind me to the oak dining room chair you have me sitting in. You got me butt-assed naked of course, and I’ve agreed to let you tie me up, tease me, dance for me.  I’d been thinking of you all day at the office and now…your near constant IM’s and sexy emails since mid-morning, flooding my...