Musings ... by an erotic author

Occasionally, an image captures my imagination...this one piqued my imagination to come up with this little passage....

Naked, I seductively crawled over into position, leaning over the seat of the chair at the firm, but silent direction of one strongly pointed finger from Master. My body was warmed from the heat emanating from the dancing flames of the mesmerizing fire. The teasing touch of the oiled falls of leather from Master’s flogger whispered enticingly over my heated flesh, inciting an unhurried wave of goose bumps to wash over me. All of my attention immediately focused on the climbing anticipation of feeling the sting that I craved, the lips of my exposed pussy slickening at the prospect of them landing upon the smooth surface of my bared skin.