Daydream
Readers note: I see things in a storyboard format in my mind and was asked by two very good friends to have the courage to relay what I see. This is a daydream I had early one morning on the way to work. * I’m coming around, brought back up out of the trance, and I’m tied down, hands to the bed, on all fours, head tied by my hair forward, so I cannot turn. Someone enters me, I think it is my top and I am unable to see. I can very quickly tell the shape and girth are different just as my top...