Tortured Stories

I swim upwards towards wakefulness, the slight recollection of my dreams. Images of lips and naked flesh fading fast. No doubt brought on by the previous evenings exertions. A smile playing on my lips, I stretch my stiff muscles. My shoulders are particularly stiff; I arch my back and open my arms out as far as I can reach careful not to strike my sleeping partner. It is only now I realise that my hands are tied above my...