I come home sweaty after an intense run. 5k in 24 mins, it’s not mind blowing but it definitely gets your breathing rhythmic. The fresh breeze, the radiant sun and the pain, the exhilarating, throbbing pain. That’s the last sensation as I gather my breath while entering the door.
I see a hairbrush and a note right in front of the door. It reads “peg slave now”. I look around and have the sudden sensation of being watched. I peel my sweaty shirt off my torso and gently lift it over my head. Next I untie my sneakers and neatly position them on their shelf. I take off my socks and then put my thumbs against my shorts waistband. I walk slowly and rip the shorts down my sweaty and still sizzling legs. I’ll need to stretch later, and this one isn’t kinky it’s more healing!
Grabbing my hairbrush, I realize how it’s one of the few things of plastic I own. I would have to throw it after tonight’s activities. Perhaps I am getting closer to an environmentally friendly plastic free existence. Go whales!