I shouted over my shoulder as I scampered into the spare room in search of a towel. He chuckled. “What?” I grumbled. “You’re naked, and I can’t look?” I rolled my eyes; the nudity was nothing new. I’d only just spent several minutes naked in front of him. He’d had a good … Continue reading Don’t Look!
The swan looked friendlier on its own. Elegant, as always, but less intimidating when it was separated from the rest of the herd. Danielle loved watching the countless birds glide gracefully along the river, but only from behind the safety of the cafe’s plate glass windows. Even knowing they were harmless, it still frightened her … Continue reading Outcast
The sock on the doorknob was explainable enough. This, however, meant something different entirely. While she might have tried to claim that the two were interchangeable, the sounds emanating from the closed door seemed quite distinguishable. Both involved some sort of cries, though one came with a very distinct clapping sound.
Another lovely "corner" example. Nice and comfy, no need to fear exposure, and yet she has plenty to admire outside. Looks like she deserves a bit of a break after what she's been through.
I've seen mirrors used to give the spanker or spankee views of the proceedings in ways they might not otherwise get to . . .enjoy. However, I haven't seen much that would compare to the sinking feeling of catching a glance of an unexpected observer.