A good devoted girl.
He is good enough to deserve a woman completely devoted to him. The kind who would kneel willingly at the end of every day and place her entire heart in his hands. Maybe even a wife. But he sets you…
Words. Voice. Shadows.
Words. Voice. Shadows.
He is good enough to deserve a woman completely devoted to him. The kind who would kneel willingly at the end of every day and place her entire heart in his hands. Maybe even a wife. But he sets you…
I wake up and reach for my phone before I’m even fully there. Your name sits where I left it last night, like something unfinished, something still quietly waiting. I text you. Not something heavy, not at first. Just enough…
The first time must have been a one-off. A fluke. A once-in-a-lifetime alignment of chaos and chemistry. There’s no way it was actually that good. We must have been out of our minds. Lost in something that doesn’t repeat itself.…
On a random Monday. You get here We eat, cuddle and play. Play in a friendly jokefull way where we both know we don’t want to harm each other but point out things we might be lacking purely intellectually. Then…
Touching it, feeling the growth, the blood flow. The details interested me more than I expected. Being careful, respectful, I have no clue if he’s actually interested. Don’t let your fascination show too much. Behave, don’t be too forward. Take…
The morning arrives slowly and without mercy. My head feels heavy, the dull echo of last night’s drinks still pulsing somewhere behind my eyes. I stay in bed longer than I should, wrapped in that hazy space where sleep has…
I wake slowly. Not the kind of waking where the world snaps into focus, but the soft kind, where awareness drifts in like light through curtains. My body stretches before my mind catches up, arms reaching above my head, toes…
We are cuddling on the sofa laughing and joking around. I’m giggling. He makes me feel very happy. When all of a sudden. He throws a pillow on the floor. Grabs the back of my head fingers in my hair…
I’m humming softly to myself as I flipp the steak one last time, the sizzle grounding and satisfying. The spicy rice was already done, fluffed and fragrant, steam curling upward like it knew it was meant to be noticed. I’m…
He didn’t explain. That was part of it. “Go into the room,” he said calmly. “Put the blindfold on. Sit on the edge of the bed. And wait for me.” Nothing else. No timeline. No reassurance. Just certainty. I obeyed.…