I wrote recently about my love of scratching and used a lovely image of me holding some needles to illustrate it. Once he’d taken the photos and was satisfied with the results, he clasped his hand over mine at took the needles away from me. This was mainly because he was worried I’d end up hurting myself or possibly him!
Once he had the needles in his hand and evil grin appeared on his face and he scratched them down my thigh, on seeing the marks he then scratched them across my thigh but one didn’t quite catch the skin.
Seeing the criss cross on my thigh it was my turn to grin, I grabbed one of the needles back and drew a cross in one of the boxes. He laughed and quickly drew a naught. Needless to say our game of naughts and crosses, or tic tac toe for you Americans out there, ended up in a draw.
Strangely, afterwards, I realised I had actually drawn my crosses far deeper than his naughts!
Delightfully, three weeks later I still have the evidence of our kinky game on my thigh.