On most years I consider it a nominal tradition; a bench in a park year after year used and neglected.
For one year is was the worst day of my life; a scar on a tree only causing a knot to forever form.
This year I stayed busy and happy, today is just as another; I became redundant, serving all to numb my mind from the pain lurking in the shadow of the mountain of pleasure.
This year....I might be happy; growth from the caterpillar to the butterfly I gasp as the breath of new joy wells within bursting from lungs a melody of....me.
Dare I embrace this feeling.. this radiating glow that has become overwhelming? Dare I embrace my lust? Dare I beg for it.
All I want...is to be used. I want to he the party favor you'll never forget.
I want to serve.
I need to serve.
Please, Master, allow me to be who I am, a hot slut with a desire to please in every way.
"Blow out the candles." Master whisper in my ear. " What do you wish for?" He asks.
Dare I? Dare I speak?
-Pandaish