Light humiliation Stories

The warm light of the open fire danced across the wood-panelled walls as I watched my husband, Alec, climb the stepladder to finish putting the lights on the tree. Beside me, our close friend Sofia hung the baubles as Christmas music played. It had been a bitterly cold day today, but inside, with the comforting warmth of the fire, it was toasty. We’d had such a delightful day browsing the Christmas markets and enjoying a...