Tease…

“When you get home, go into the den. Turn the lights out and wait for me. xx”

I do as I had been instructed via iMessage, shedding my jacket as I make my way to the den. Rows of scented tower and tea light candles line the floor, giving the room a soft glow and a heady smell of lavender and some sweet mix I couldn’t quite place. I turn out the lights and sit on the single chair that’s almost in the middle of the den. Only then do I notice the new addition to the room; a metallic fireman’s pole. I let out a soft whistle. Continue reading