Smirk

I’m lying on the bed blindfolded. I have my blankie across my chest and belly for warmth and comfort. Silky side down of course. He has fastened the cuffs on my wrists and he spreads out my ankles. I’m squirming with anticipation. “What’s with the smirk?” “What smirk.” I respond. He pulls the blanket further away from my face. “That one.” I giggle. Then he flicks on the wand.

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