• Wicked Wednesday

    A moment in time

    Stepping from the warmth of the car to the crisp fresh air should not have come as a shock, the drive here had, as instructed, been carefully executed. The strangely satisfying crunch of Dubarry boot into freshly layered snow resonated in the still air. She thought back to the drive here, only three red lights, only three occasions when her right hand slipped within her knee length faux coat, under the coat to her warm, and yes wet, naked flesh, feeling the pulse of anticipation in her now throbbing clit. The instructions were simple, embedded in her mind, no room for error, no opportunity to feign misunderstanding. “Walk please, the…

  • Moments,  Wicked Wednesday,  Words

    Sugar

    Another long day had nagged at her enjoyment of the smallest things.  Usually able to take pleasure in the intense aroma of a well-made cup of coffee or at the sight of a turning leaf falling from a tree through an arc of sunlight, today’s demands had made her hair grey rather than silver and threatened the reliable smile on her face. She needed something sweet to reconnect her with delight once more but was unable to deliver it to herself in her careworn state. Her phone pinged with a notification – Here Yes, she replied and proceeded to empty her cares into the phone, telling him of the additional…