My contribution from my Work In Progress ...
Summer's Journey: Volume Four
I retrieved the blindfold from the nightstand and slipped it over his head. Pulling off the covers as I stood, it was evident he enjoyed the direction the morning was taking. I thought I had awoken fairly early and I was certainly not that well versed in Egyptian astronomy, but Mark’s built in sundial seemed to be indicating it was approaching high noon.
Reaching down I stroked one long nail carefully along his swollen member, causing a subtle shift in Mark’s hips.
“I want you to lay there and picture what I am going to do to you for a little while, or at least until I go get a digital camera to capture this Kodak moment,” I said as I grabbed my dress from the nearby chair.
Slipping the dress over my head, I decided to leave my heels behind instead of risking another possible broken ankle.