Yes, I got my blanket back! He didn’t put up much of a fight in returning it to me, of course. I’m very cold-natured, and so he knew that without something to cover me, I would not be likely to linger here, for his turn. Sacrificing a bit of a view in favor of a… Continue reading Recovered
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The Coat Room
My POV in the spare bedroom, while reclined atop a pile of coats and scarves and gloves that were shed by our party guests upon their arrival. I lost a shoe in pursuit of the quickie, but soon found perfect places for both of my feet. The festive music and animated conversation downstairs served to drown out the… Continue reading The Coat Room
Uncovered
With the blanket cast aside, I immediately long for its warmth. I am guided by strong hands onto the corner cushion — this is why corner-group sofas were designed — and make myself comfortable. His lips meet mine, and then my neck, my breastbone, my navel, and destinations south. He is tender, but direct. I… Continue reading Uncovered
In Another Room
A primer for new arrivals (longtime readers may skip to paragraph two): Holden makes sure our photo sessions are well organized. This is not to say that we have no room for improvisation, because we do, but there is a always a general plan. We shoot wardrobe-intensive photos first, usually, then move to a new… Continue reading In Another Room
An Opening
When a lazy Sunday afternoon presents the perfect opportunity for a quick catnap. When your Big Spoon brings you a blanket, and then decides to join you. When cuddling and dozing become nuzzling and caressing. When heart rates and body temperatures rise, and the blanket is abandoned (to be continued…)