Date: 10/4/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: MadMartigan, Source: LushStories
Rich shades of orange and yellow flames flicker and crackle, their chaotic dance sending waves of soothing heat over my naked body. It’s a small comfort, but only just. I’m bound and blindfolded next to the fire, cold metallic cuffs locked loosely about my wrists, my slim arms stretched above my head to dangle helplessly, but not uncomfortably so. I can hear my heart in my ears, pattering hard against my ribs, much like it did during that hail of bullets punching through stone a foot above my head during an assignment in Fallujah. Fear. Powerlessness. And a strange fascination in not knowing what would happen to me. The feelings are cinched tightly together, humming like butterfly wings in the pit of my stomach, strangely similar to that day at the neighborhood pool as a kid, toes curling tightly over the edge of the springboard for the first time. And yet, oddly enough, the imagery winning out in my brain is something else entirely; an inexplicable desire to burrow deeper into the sheepskin rug beneath me, the flames reaching out with gentle warm hands until I’m consumed in hot primal energy, until I’m only a lick of flame, floating along a fever dream to something…more. Something different. But honestly, that’s probably just the copious amounts of wine talking. If Miranda were around, she’d probably agree, but add a longwinded caveat about how my id is suffering an existential crisis that my ego hasn’t realized yet. Smart girl. Makes absolutely no sense half the time. I ...