These are the rules. They are simple. You are mine.
Mine to dress or undress as I will. Mine to caress or spank, to photograph, expose, love, take, rough or soft or rougher still. Not just for an hour or few, but for a night, two, the weekend.
Every hour. Every minute. You will obey. You will be loved and love me just, exactly, as I wish.
And when we are done, you will be afraid, less of me, than of yourself and the desire awakened within.
it’s so hard to have to pretend like im not still in love with you. i wish you knew how much i thought of you, how much my heart aches for you.. would you change your mind would you give us another try?.. to hear you say you love me and for me to tell you right back but yet we’re further apart than when we didn’t know. all the unsaid words all the left over feelings i sit here and battle with, constantly finding myself between am i supposed to tell you how i feel or am i supposed to wait till you tell me? are you ever gonna tell me? do i leave it up to fate and say if it’s meant to be then it will or do i go out and fight for what i love and risk coming back empty handed.. the love i have for you feels never ending and never healing. i can literally feel the crack in my heart from you not being here..idk what’s going to become of us but i tell you what..im pretty sure im going to love you forever