Mmmm...a little sore..only happens usually when I'm pre-menstrual...
On closer investigation this evening, my right nipple appears to have...well, what can I say...a slight bruise; a love bite; small, purple, scattering remains of passionate attention...
I can still smell his ardour and his languid enjoyment...amidst the beautiful scent of my perfume...my favourite...it was there, boxed and subtle next to the glasses of my favourite smooth red...

Down the moving ramp and then the escalators;out of the doors across the lights and under the bridge...only a stone's throw away from the station...A lovely place in the centre of the city which we've used before.Drawn curtains and a huge beautiful bed...one I have yet to sleep in...