She reached for the rope that lay coiled at her feet—soft, natural hemp, warm from the studio’s heat. In a fluid motion she wrapped it around her wrists, then over her eyes, blindfolding herself. The darkness intensified every other sense. A soft gasp escaped her as she felt the cool air brush her skin, as if the world itself were leaning in.
A hand—strong, yet gentle—entered the frame, brushing a fingertip across the curve of her neck. Maya’s breath hitched. “I love this,” she whispered, “the feeling of being unseen, yet entirely known.” fc2ppv3175924 exclusive
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