I’ll watch you weather on the smack of leather, and behold the cold of chain
You beg for more, your pain my pleasure.
Kyle followed his wife over to his favorite chair, and he sat down. His body molded to the chair, as it had all of his contours. Georgia loosened his tie, before getting down on her knees and sitting on her heels. She smiled up at him, as she kissed his knees through his perfectly creased slacks before she undid his shoes. Slowly, teasingly. She untied one set of laces, and kissed his foot after she took it out of his shoe. Without missing a beat, she repeated the same actions with his other foot.