Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.
I’m not sure which are my favourite kisses from sunday:
- The harsh cane ones that peppered my thighs and remain as a memory for my eyes and nerves to feel?
- Or the tender lips he pressed to my forehead, before he removed my blindfold and left me kneeling by the door?
Either way, I’m all the happier that he was able to share them with me.
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