Oct 022011

Sitting against the wall with his wrists bound above his head, the blue veins show through the smooth pale skin on the insides of his biceps and forearms. When he pulls against the restraints, his biceps contract and round so beautifully. I love seeing him this way–strung up, hanging there, nearly immobile–his powerful arms rendered essentially useless, existing only so that I might admire them.

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