Up early on the first morning back from holiday. Going to be working from home.
I think I’ll help with the washing – just hang up the load that was on overnight. So, where’s the bag of pegs? Ah, here it is. But I’ve been kink free for weeks so a bag of pegs is an invitation, isn’t it?
Little intake of breath as the first one goes on. There’s a bit of skin free. Room for another? Another sharp intake of breath, then slowly let it out.
The sharp sensation is an old friend.
I’ve been missing this.
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