…in case there was any doubt about the ‘m’ part of this post’s delineation. Yes, sometimes it’s good but, more often than knot, it’s about…unfulfilled expectations, desires left wanting…self-flagellation, by any other name.
Oh, at one point? There were hints of nails, scratching down back…whispers of ‘lick my asshole…please!’ – but by that time? ‘Don’t you fucking TOUCH me!’ was the response – and could you blame me? Particularly if you knew what lead up to it?
Of course not. How could you? Hey: use your imagination!
Or trust me – it’s all the same in any case.
Will tomorrow be a better day? Depends on whether the cyber world holds more promise than r/l, better known as ‘realityville’. Sometimes, you know? The touch of a keyboard holds more promise – latent or otherwise – than the cold light of dawn.Explore posts in the same categories: journal