Those thin…. delicate…. little bows…..Amy couldn’t help but to laugh softly as she gazed at hersel
Those thin…. delicate…. little bows….. Amy couldn’t help but to laugh softly as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Tonight that would be all that would separate Amy’s husband from what he ached for so desperately. Yet… those thin, delicate, little bows would be like impenetrable fortresses to him… cruel weapons of torture…. beckoning enticingly to him, yet cruelly untouchable….. While Sean would be hers to do with as she pleased…. Amy would be off limits to him…. her gifts available to him only when she offered them. Tonight, only her soft, delicate fingers would have the privilege of finding that fragile string and giving it a gentle tug….. And until then, Sean would be unable to do anything but wait breathlessly…. helplessly….. pleadingly…. wickedly taunted by those thin…. delicate…. little bows. -- source link