near…making me crazy…smile.
“I’ve known for a week. I’ve also talked with some people we met at the beach. I think it’s just who you are, something…I doubt…I’ll never change you, I know it. I love you so much…if you only knew maybe it might make a difference…but I can’t be without you, I need you in my life.
So if you do other girls…I don’t care. Do it. Don’t tell me. I can’t let it hurt me…or I’d give up. Just promise you’ll always come home to me? No matter what, just love me…come back to me always? I’ll always take you back no matter…what”.
“I’m already…::deep breath:: already so fucking turned-on. Mmmmmm…My damn nipples just ache, and I’m just soaking the towel. Drive…wait until we…::ungnnn - whew::…wait until we’re alongside a trucker who sees me clearly.
Then finger me…HARD…I’m gonna…::breath:: I’m gonna cum so goddamn hard baby…drive...”.
“I pray selfishly…I am ashamed to do so. I am beside myself and turned here. I adore my Sir. It’s hard to imagine life if he is not part. I would not know how to keep my heart beating, to breathe. He has shared with me this weekend He will decide if he will own me a lifetime.
I am so frightened. He is honest. He will do what’s right…I trust Him. Can you help Him see NO ONE could worship…sorry…adore him as I do?”
“…my-fucking-god…why? why? what did i do? i’m dying…my soul is dead.
::sobbing-hard:: i’m lost in hell…please…come back…this torture…I can’t”
“it’s been an hour”.
“Did I please you?”
“You have…now are you ready to crawl?”
“Yes Sir…your whore is VERY ready Sir. I’m shaking my Sir…Very, ready…”.
“…damn. I just saw my contacts. They fall on the floor…? They must be right here…I could swear they didn’t fall.
Are you gonna help me babe…what are you staring at??”
(enlarge)
was impossible to tell who was the more ravenous…
absolute joy and balm of skin-to-skin
“Mmmmmm. Every mark I own. Each one, you gave me…a gift I cherish”.
Precious young flesh is greedily consumed. Time ticks on - never relaxes it’s toll…we will slowly die…losing our youth, but not our desire, nor our need to love and be loved.
When the flesh is no longer pretty…and what draws is not our wrappings but what sort of heart we hold, how much we can comfort and love - how strong still the need & desperation - and then, when the lonely nights are over…just how do we keep love’s embrace?
It’s a question…I don’t dare believe I can answer…
J.
cold-cuts.
“You’re all mine now cunt. I fuckin’ own you…you know what that means? I told you what I do. And you’re able to ask…to be taken out here? OK. Now you find out”.