Category : Adult

Sub Category : Adult Romance

We are chatting, and I can't remember which one of us mentioned it first, but we've agreed to talk... On a call. So, I see his name pop up on my phone. I'm nervous. I pace around while talking but decide to sit down. We're laughing, talking and getting to know each other. I feel my mask slipping and my real voice come out. I really hope he doesn't notice, but I have a feeling he will. 

We end up hanging up. The first thing I want to do it call him and beg him to keep talking to me. Building a connection. I see his name light up with a notification. My heart flutters, skips a beat, and I feel my face turning red. He messages me and I know I'm in love. Absolutely in love. 

 

Yes, yes I know. We're in the 'honeymoon' phase. Everything is new, exciting, thrilling, and just fucking beautiful. His voice, his jokes, his laugh. Even the rhythm of his breathing.. Magical. I feel like I've discovered an ancient tomb that nobody has seen in a million years. It's been forgotten. I want to touch his beauty. I crave his violence. I need his love. I desire learning by his hand. I ache for his soul. I burn with the intensity of a thousand suns that have long burnt out but their memory lives on, but their light is still boiling. I want to be the light to his dark. His dark to his light. The shadow crawling towards him in the moonlight, silently, already knowing the commands. To simply exist to please his mind, give him pleasure, and to accept every drop he gives me.