Fantasy
Between waking and sleeping, I had a sort of tactile fantasy, a fantasy of feeling rather than of seeing. In it, I was on my knees and chest, bound at the wrists with my arms out in front of me. Ropes restrained me in two directions. One around my waist led back between my legs behind me, the tension pulling backward. One around each of my thighs pulled the other direction, the same direction as that which held my wrists, toward my front. This left the tender bits fully exposed.
This one just comes unbidden from time to time. I like it.
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