Sensual Sensory Deprivation

Mona Wales slides the blindfold over Siouxsie Q's eyes. Black hair against pale skin. The blonde watches every twitch before she straps the headphones down. Nothing left but breath and touch. Mona trails her fingers across Siouxsie's neck, watches goosebumps rise in the sudden quiet. She presses a mask over the blonde's mouth. Heat trapped against skin. Siouxsie leans into the darkness. Mona circles her, slow. Every nerve awake now. Every brush of skin louder than sound. She tugs at the restraints, pulls Siouxsie's wrists tight. Nothing for the blonde to do except feel. Mona bites where she wants. Sucks where it hurts. Siouxsie gasps behind the mask, hips jerking toward whatever comes next.