Today, would bely a harsh lesson.
The red rose curvature bore within a smitten ensemble, as I stared unalarmed, yet fully aware.
This was a deeper red… Synthetic, yes, but foreshadowing my inevitable witness, extra care was taken to ensure this red radiated, all points seemingly vanishing into one another as the boundaries overlapped ever so slowly…
They shone with a natural damp, barely visible hue, but reflective the same as I studied them intensely, looking for a sign of how to handle this viable construct of perfection and femininity.
Her lips were one of a kind, and I’d always had to have them.
I pulled the harsh leather tightly, its raw resistance seemingly resentful across her soft skin as she let out a small wince.
Neither of us spoke of her murmur.
“Is it too tight?” I offered, my actions restricting my empathy more than the bindings themselves.
“No, never, Master.” She recanted, rejoiced. Even if it was, she would never tell me.
Our time abounded, unabridged and chaotic, while forever assailing this pedestal of night.