Shortly after he sat down, I grabbed a hank of hemp and tied his ankles together.
His trousers bunched at little. While we talked — this was our first time meeting — he kept moving his arms. Behind. In front. Elbows clasped. Wrists crossed. His gold cufflinks twinkled like signal lights for where to wrap the rope next.
I resisted. He wasn’t the only tease in the room.
From my speakers came the voice of a woman, singing about a man who could make her do anythingยน. I held him in the palm of my hand and smiled at the juxtaposition.
and……? ……and? the suspense is killing me.
Sooooooooo glad to see you’re writing more often. Now I don’t need to bug you as much:)
@ilnt
So you want to hear, in the words of Paul Harvey, the rest of the story? Didn’t I say he wasn’t the only tease in the room?
@axe
I like it when you bug me to write. I need bugs. Well, that kind at least. The other kind … yuck!
Some people prefer the missionary position, seems on the surface somewhat boring but there are so many subtle variations. Some people prefer doggie position. Woof, woof!
I have always been fascinated by the juxtaposition. It requires such flexibility!
@garrett
Oh, I’m so happy to see you here. Welcome back. I’ve missed you. Visit. Please.
i don’t need the rest of the story that was tasty and it makes me reminiscence