Ice Cube
Her lover adds something new.
Deprived of sight, she held her breath in anticipation of what would happen next. A gentle chill against the underside of her nipple sent a tremor through her breast. Gradually, I maneuvered the cube over and around it, observing as it stretched away from the areola. I slid the cube down to her navel, pausing to let it melt, leaving a liquid trail. She tugged the restraints, ice melting in her navel. I slid the cube down...