I started the fire, and dimmed the lounge lights, and the four of us sprawled out on cushions in a semi-circle around the flickering warmth.I started the fire, and dimmed the lounge lights, and the four of us sprawled out on cushions in a semi-circle around the flickering warmth. We were all wearing naught but bathrobes. Darryl deftly fashioned a joint to pass around. The mellow buzz it produced complimented the light-headedness of the wine so that we were all relaxed and at ease in the glow of each others company. The conversation flowed and ebbed, drifting >from topic to topic; briefly alighting on one subject before flitting to the next. A momentary bright flash of light followed a couple of seconds later by a deep rumble meant the storm was building up to greater strength, and the rain went suddenly from a gently hiss on the tile roof to an undulating roar. Hamlet, our Great Dane dog, padded quickly into the lounge looking sheepish. No doubt the storm was making him nervous, and he had sought us out for the reassurance. Xanth, our Mastiff bitch, was probably sleeping through it in the kitchen. Hamlet stretched out his front paws and lowered his front half to the floor between myself and Darryl. Eventually he lowered his tail-end to the floor too. It seems to be an effort for him to get his rump down to the floor. A friend of mine has this theory that Hamlets bum is full of Helium, and therefore lighter, so it's harder to force it down to floor level. Then he awkwardly shuffled forward on his elbows until his front paws were almost in the fireplace. As the heat soaked into the heat-leech, he drifted off to sleep with his head on his paws. It was time, therefore, to bring out the deck of cards, for a game of strip poker. Heather has a lovely deck; the face of each card has a highly detailed charcoal sketch of a sexual perversion. The four suits are Spades = Self-abuse. For example the four of spades features a woman bringing herself to orgasm with a large, knobbled dildo; the ten of spades features a man lying on his back on the floor with his legs lifted back over his head, cumming into his own mouth. Clubs = Bondage; variations on the theme of people tied / chained / shackled in various positions and situations; the queen of clubs features a nude man on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back, his head held down by a collar fixed to the floor so his chin is on the ground. |