Sundays are for showers

Sundays are for sleepy spooning. Sundays are for sweet, slow screwing. Sundays are for snuggling on the sofa. Sundays are for spanking your sub when they’re sassy. Sundays are for  screwing and strategic stimulation and sucking bruises into their skin. Sundays are for showers, to wash the week away…

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At the end of the day

Today was a long day. A good one, certainly, one that has left my muscles aching in a very satisfying way, but it has been long. I got off the train into the pouring rain this evening, and by the time I got home all I wanted to do was take off my wet clothes and wrap myself in blankets.

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