I'm at your feet, my back against the couch. Your hand inside my top, gently fondling.

The turquoise T-Bird flies, the movie ends, and knowing smiles are exchanged. 

I'm naked by the time I reach the bedroom.

No clips or clamps tonight. No cuffs, no gags. No commands nor rituals.

Our bodies simply welcome one another in loving equality.

Afterwards, you touch the faint red marks on my tummy and thighs. They have almost gone. I am nearly whole again.

Those livid stripes will soon return, my tears shall flow again, but not today!

I fucking love our Vanilla days!