Blindfold
I allowed it once. In a hotel room with the caveat of no restraints and call-a-halt authority, I granted his request to wear a blindfold. (ME. A blindfold.) I could… Read more »
Tag: Blindfold
At The Edge
“Do you mind if I blindfold you?” I’d asked. My spouse had eagerly agreed. I’d taken taken his sight, taken photos, then taken my time — taking his hard inside… Read more »
Deprivation, Delight
. . . of the senses . . . His loss is my gain.