misssorrow
There's nothing to tell. That me being totally honest. Nothing at all to tell. No skin contact has happened outside of class and there wont be. That is my honest truth and shall forever remain so.
Morals are something that are causing me discomfort. For the first time in a year I am tempted. I was never used to be tempted. It never got that far. But now I am tempted. I'm going to hold tight to my morals and hope for the best.
Domestic bliss is much wanted but rarely attained. In the most domestic scenes I've been in there has rarely been bliss of any kind. Rather resentment and bitterness pumping through the veins just beneath the airbrushed surface of conubial life. Domestic unrest. But now there is bliss. true bliss in comfortable silence in the most domestic times. Me cutting up garlic for dinner. He sitting at the table, guitar in hand, feeling out melodies. We are both content in our picture of perfect domestic bliss.
I am curious. I always have been. But no one wanted to explore the things I am curious about with me. But you have taken my hand and brought all the things that were niggling in the back of my mind into the light of day... or to be more accurate, the soft glow of candle light. Bondage... Pain... Submission... Shoe fetishism... Rubber... The raw erotic power of sex with someone that is completely aligned to your desires. And we continue to be curious together.
I am glowing. After last night. I carried my shoes back, wearing last nights clothes and makeup, through the tube to work. But I was glowing from the kisses and the embrace we shared last night and this morning. I glow after I've been with you. Like there's a light inside me, shining every colour in imagination through my soul and illuminating my happiness for all to see.
Clover over toast in the morning. In my lovers dressing gown. Making breakfast to enjoy in bed. Clover on my thumb, Clover on the knife handle. Clover on the dressingown sleeve. I'm only half awake.