I think of D/s flirting sometimes like throwing spiderweb silk in his direction, and these delicate filaments stick to him, sometimes inadvertently, perhaps he doesn’t even realise that this light gossamer thread has even landed on him, much less that it has attached itself. But sometimes, he sees it clearly, will catch it, examine it, tiny and harmless, then look me directly in the eye and deliberately stick it to himself (see, that image there is incredibly hot to me… *swoon*).
And then he flings one back at me, this light and whisper-thin silk, and I may play with … Continue Reading
