A dissociated self, an imaginary friend, who is able to morph from the mother I am and would want to the older male figure I craved and bet my salvation on, to a dear friend to a lesbian lover.
But the lover I dream of, he is over me as I lay on my back, pinning my arms above my head and hopefully will come down to kiss me I need to put my tongue in his mouth, and I will fall open to Him. Arching up moving He will have me completely I long to give myself to him. It doesn’t matter his preferences I will take it take Him accommodate him and please him if I can. Whether he inflicts pleasure or pain I will be grateful so grateful to him. For letting me open to him for filling me and invading me for giving expression to and releasing that pain inside. I will only breathe if he says so I will be very very good. Please please please please
3 years ago. January 13, 2022 at 5:13 PM