I came to him in his out of the way place.
We had talked for weeks but it seemed like days.
I was horribly nervous, and tiny bit scared.
He told me he was going to hurt me, and I believed him.
Strangely enough it didn't seem like he could hurt me enough.
It was like a moth being drawn to the proverbial flame.
The more he told me of my fate, the more I was inexplicably drawn to him.
The day we were to meet, the minutes seemed like hours.
I was hyper sensitive to all that was around me.
I re-lived those conversations over and over. One at a time.
I reviewed each message, line by line, paragraph by paragraph.
I studied them intensely I did. Examining the syntax and every word
For subtle nuances and meanings I might have missed the other 100 times.
Why though? I just needed this release. I knew he would trigger it.
I was unsure of the intensity, or how I would feel.
This time it was different. I could feel the intensity from him. It emanated from his words.
Each word chosen carefully and deliberately. Clarity and conciseness were a pattern.
I was never confused or not sure of the topic or subject matter.
I was addicted; his descriptions were vivid and detailed. I could picture them.
I could feel his words on my body. It made me wet, it made me quiver.
The thought of his promises cleared my mind, sharpened my focus..
I felt as though he had crawled inside me., it was as if he knew my thoughts before I did.
He was able to predict my behavior, taste my excitement, sense my fear.
He told me, he loved me. I responded in kind without hesitation. It felt so natural.
He accepted me, he didn't judge me.
I followed his directions to the letter. I did not want to disappoint him. He told me I
Wouldn't be disappointing him, but myself. I think he counted on my resolve to drive me.
I could see now how he had been mind fucking me from the beginning.
It was no matter now, I was committed, I was more than curious. I was fucking hungry.
I knew I had to feed my hunger, or I would go fucking crazy.
I arrived at the run down building. Shortly after dark. I was on time as I had been cautioned to be.
I arrived at room number 9. The door was ajar and the room was dimly lit.
I could not see much in the room, but proceeded in anyway.
I walked thru the door way turning around to locked the door as I had been instructed.
All his promises came out through my orgasm after orgasm.
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