Four Seasons - Winter

Dark and cold
Senses restricted.
The smell of leather
My own sweat
Mingled with lust, cool on my skin.
A sound – Crack!
The whip shatters the silence
The click of a heel on stone
My bare feet touch the same
Exposed
Crack!
A sting, pain and again
Then nothing.
Silence once again
The smell of sex fills my head
Softest touch
Silk? Across my skin
I feel no smile
Goosebumps of anticipation
Crack!
Again, lower I can feel the colour
Deep red almost purple
My head spins, giddy
I feel teeth
Biting, inside lips sucking
A tongue licking
Everywhere, and no where
Anticipation
Darkness envelops me
I breathe in the sex
Cold and dark
I breath it still.