(SORRY - Moderation week at school has been horrendously busy!)
She half smiles to herself as she's turned, suddenly shy. lost for reassurance, she reaches back with her hands, stroking the sides of his legs where she can reach. In her head, she's almost screaming with the thrill of it all as he plays with her zip. In a few short minutes, this man - this stranger - is going to see her naked. In the whole whirlwind of it all, Lydia's not even sure that she knows his name. And then his question whispers in her ear, and she's brought back to reality. Hard nos? What does that even mean?
She leans her head back against him. "I don't mind. You can take complete control." That's how it should be, right? She's not daft - she's read her mother's copy of 'Fifty Shades'; he better not be planning that, though. That's not what he means, right? Well, too late. She's already spoken and her answer has helped in that it avoids her having to admit that she has no idea what she's doing. A little shiver of a thrill runs through her.
no subject
She half smiles to herself as she's turned, suddenly shy. lost for reassurance, she reaches back with her hands, stroking the sides of his legs where she can reach. In her head, she's almost screaming with the thrill of it all as he plays with her zip. In a few short minutes, this man - this stranger - is going to see her naked. In the whole whirlwind of it all, Lydia's not even sure that she knows his name. And then his question whispers in her ear, and she's brought back to reality. Hard nos? What does that even mean?
She leans her head back against him. "I don't mind. You can take complete control." That's how it should be, right? She's not daft - she's read her mother's copy of 'Fifty Shades'; he better not be planning that, though. That's not what he means, right? Well, too late. She's already spoken and her answer has helped in that it avoids her having to admit that she has no idea what she's doing. A little shiver of a thrill runs through her.
"Tell me what you want me to do."