Happy Thursday y’all!! It’s almost the weekend! Stay strong! I know that this is a stressful time of the year and sometimes it’s even sad for some of us. So I hope you guys are doing alright. I hope 2019 will bring opportunities, health and love to all of you. I recently realized, just as I saw my family and friends that I hadn’t seen in years, that life is so fragile and that we can’t control much despite what society tries to make us believe. All you can control is you. Your thoughts, your actions. So I wish you positive thoughts and I hope everything will go as well as possible for your loved ones. • • • •But also pray for me, so that I won’t get stung by any weird tropical creature. I have lived here for 12 years and yet I am still so scared of anything that has more limbs than me… I don’t know how Australian people do it! • • • Bodysuit Apolline by @empreintelingerie ✨ #caribbean #coward #brave #bodysuit #frenchbrand #christmastime #sunkissed #embroidery #apolline #fullbust #lingerieaddict #sharethelove #lifeishort #goodvibes #empreintelingerie #luxury https://www.instagram.com/p/BrngU7Yg075/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1o8v4zmarh7bf
I would die a thousand times in the fire of our dying flame to feel just a moment of warmth. The only time I can think clearly is a thousand miles away from you. So please forgive my cowardice but if we both waited for me to be able to break our hearts in person, then darling we would of left as ashes.
She would flinch when her toe first touched the surface of the water in the bath. The heat was what she wasn’t ready for, the sudden change in temperature that caused her whole body to react. Even the shower was something she had to prepare herself for, although with the water coming to her, somehow that was better.
It was nice to pretend it was because her flesh was more sensitive than most, but she knew it was because she was a coward when it came to the little things. Jabs when she was travelling, plasters being pulled off in one go, visiting the dentist. She was supposed to be a masochist, but everyday pain was something she avoided at all costs.
He’d told her to strip. They were words she never got tired of, the kind that sent the same thrill down her spine as the heat on the surface of the bath. The stockings stayed, because he was that kind of pervert. And then, to start, he had her sit.
The wooden chair was cold, chilled through misuse. It needed a bottom to warm it, and hers would do. But she hesitated, lip slipping between her lips, and arse hovering an inch above the cold surface of the wood. She wavered. Shook. Trembled.
He could push her down, and force her onto it. He could tell her again, with a little more steel in his voice this time. He could lift the chair up to her. He could be cruel and startle her, a juvenile ‘Boo!’ echoing from his lips, enough to make her stumble and fall onto the chair.
Instead, he just stood there with a self satisfied smile, and watched her struggle. It was such a tiny, stupid little thing. A speedbump that barely swelled on the road, and yet she was approaching it with the speed of a narcoleptic snail. He could think of nothing more amusing, and nothing more adorable.
And then she finally forced herself down onto it, and the gasp that flew past her lips made him hard.
