I heard her gasp as the sharpened wooden point pushed into her breast. Xxnx I could hardly breathe as I watched the pain manifest all over her hung body, still nubile in its shape, and delicious in its squirming movements, as she tried, with obvious difficulty, to frantically suck air into her lungs. He’s tying up my ankles. Sweet delicious agony. But I’m the one in control. I can write about what happened. Fucking exciting. And I told him he could fuck off. We (well me and my mates, Clare, Mel – oh, and their BFs – we’re all pretty good eye-candy I think). Her writhing body high in the air held up only by her wrists, with the burning wooden needles lighting up the all-consuming gloom that had now descended over the woodland. I’m pretty sure I do.
