It is a longstanding rule that I am to text Him at the start and the end of my day.
I am glad to do it. ..it gives me that connection which I crave.
The other night? I fell asleep before I could do it. I woke up at midnight or something and find a text from Him.
Where the fuck is My goodnight?
I can forget-you can not.
It gave me a wonderful feeling. He doesn’t always respond to my goodnights or to my nilla mushy text kisses. ..(though always sends me a morning text)so it’s good to know that it IS important to Him-that he did and does miss my little notes.
Even though it is woefully unfair that HE can miss. Of course. . It isn’t about fair. It’s that the slut doesn’t have any choice on whether He responds or not…. because j the slut doesn’t make the rules. And as He would say
Fair isn’t part of my equation nilla. It’s my way-end of story.
And that is hot as hell. And why I do this wicked thing. Control. Dominance. Inequality. Surrender. Bliss.