We haven’t met in weeks.
I miss Him.
Not just the Dom stuff…sure, who doesn’t like to be pinched purple, nipples twisted, tits groped until one cries out in small gasping whimpers? I mean, what slut wouldn’t miss all that? There’s more to our relationship though. So I’m not only talking about the Big Mean Dom hurts his submissive part, but the other stuff, too.
I miss the scent of Him.
I miss the hardness of Him…not that you filthy pervert. . .okay, that, but also…He just does things hard. Hard hugs….the kind a slut like me melts into. Hard kisses, the kind that make you want to be naked. Right then, right there.
Sorry Starbucks customers, I couldn’t help myself.
Yeah, that kind of kiss.
And all of His touches, hard. A pinch here, a poke there, a grab here, a quick face slap (usually after one of those ‘get nekkid’ kisses)…it is all part and parcel of even the shortest lived times together.
I miss that.
I miss Him. Seeing that gleaming twinkle in His eye when He’s being naughty…the way His hair blows in the wind, the way he smells. Oh yeah. I said that already but you know…it really is a wonderful thing, the scent of our Dom, isn’t it?
I’m lonely. And bored. Because I sat down here instead of doing some work around the house, and now you all can be part of my
pity party melancholy moment.
That’s me…here to share the joy.