The thing is…

i know, i know…i’m an addict…i just can’t stop my brain… πŸ™‚ and then Tip said what he did and…

She stood, arms tied above her to the support brace of the small shanty. Not even a shanty, really, the fishing shack was even smaller than her backyard shed. A tiny heater churned in the corner but the cool air rising from the ice rose up over her boots, tickling her legs, belly, and breasts with its frigid breath. This was not what she had envisioned when she suggested coming up to be with her Sir. Β She wasn’t sure exactly what she’d thought would happen on his annual ice-fishing trek. Maybe he’d have her baiting the hooks, or helping to drill the holes in the ice. Perhaps she’d make food and bring it out to him as he sat on his stool on the ice.

Never had she thought that he’d strip her down to her boots, tie her this way, and finger her almost to an orgasm. He’d stood right there in front of her, that devilish smile on his face, wiping his wet fingers on her cheek.

“I’ll be back in a while, slut. You just hang out here and wait for me.” Laughing, he was out the door in seconds, nearly freezing her in the sudden whoosh of in-rushing air.

She shivered, her nipples rising as another puff of air swirled under the shack. There was no clock in here, and she had no way of knowing when he’d be back.

She thought she heard….something. Voices.

Turning her head and leaning her ear against the outer wall made her back arch, thrusting her tits out. Β But yes, she could definitely hear His voice. His laugh.

Coming closer.

The door opened then, flinging a whirl of snowflakes and another chill burst of air into the room. Her nipples were so hard that they throbbed, a beat echoed between her legs. Β She looked up at him, her longing to be touched clear. The door opened again. And again. And again. Her Sir had not come in from the cold alone.


19 thoughts on “The thing is…

    1. Thanks fiona…that’s a pic from last February when I was really tweaking Master with hearts…you’ll see they’re all over those hose… πŸ™‚ (as were the cups on the negligee…)

      glad you liked the wee tale…

      1. why thank you…and yeah. I do…I’ve written another post and…um…thinking about finishing two stories and ..yeah. Lazy–fail.

        Going to bed now like a good lazy girl (laughing)


  1. Love the story. It’s like opening the door around here. Warm inside, FREEZING outside. As for the relaxing… I’m back to writing after my headache… under the rather watchful eye of Wolf. Yeah…

    1. Yay…glad you are feeling better…even the days after a bad one can be challenging…take it easy and feel better. A big storm heading your way? Might give you another “pressure system” headache…so be careful, you!



    1. I’m not sure if I’ll continue or just let you all use your imaginations…a lot of the “erotic” in this is the “getting” into the situation, not the resolution of…if you know what I mean. And it’s quite a nasty little picture, isn’t it? πŸ™‚

  2. Yes…epic lazy fail πŸ™‚

    This read more like a horror story for me…lol…omg how i hate, and i mean absolutely loathe being cold in any way, shape, or form…the idea of ice and fishing-all at the same time? Oh no, no, no…so glad THAT is not asked of me….

    Once i stopped putting myself in her boots, so to speak, i once again bow down to the writing skills of ‘nilla πŸ™‚

    1. I’m so sorry jane. I had to do it. It’s kind of your fault, you know. You gave me one line, one tiny thought…and since I’m all lazy and relaxing? It just kinda exploded in my head. I had to write it, see? Had to catch it fast before the shiver of it faded away to warmth…


      1. O.M.F.G!!!!!


        That was mean! (I’m laughing my ass off right now though…)

        Well played woman…well played. πŸ™‚

    1. πŸ™‚

      I’ve had a bit of run with the cold haven’t I? it’s been a bit frigid and windy up here in the cold north (enough with the snow already!)


  3. Well sweatheart, you would just be getting started in the ice shack, wait until you get back to camp where it is plenty warm near the wood stove, and the boy’s have had a drink or two to take the edge off. Yep you will like it. No questions asked. Tip

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