“The mind is like an iceberg; it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.”

Sigmund Freud

This week, as usual, Mr. D was charged with coming up with a photo idea. He told me to make the bed, take off my clothes, and get him a bowl of ice cubes. My brain swam trying to figure out what he had up his sleeve, and even as I lay on the bed, the curtains open to let in the light of day, my head turned toward it…hearing the click of the camera shutter, I had no idea what he was creating.

I giggled as he ran the ice cubes over my nipples, making them stand erect. And then I noticed the cold numbness taking over. I could feel the cold rivulets of water dripping down my skin onto the bed beneath me, the fan above teasing goosepimples to rise.

It’s a nice image, I think.

22 Replies to “Iceberg”

  1. It’s a beautiful image and I love the little trickle of watering running down your breast. Makes me want to follow that trickle with my finger

    Mollyx

    1. It was amazingly easy…but very very cold. It started with using the ice just to make my nipples hard and erect for the photo. But then He took this one and it turned out really nice.

    1. Thanks, LSB! It’s fun to see what He comes up with, because His photographic eye is so much different from mine.

    1. Thank you. When he told me to get the ice, I was a little freaked out and a little turned on all at the same time.

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