Cravings

Here I'm again with those cravings. I thought I could just run away or play a tantrum. But I ended up where I started. They won't fade, they won't stop. They are part of me. The more I dive into my submissive side, the more I realize: This is me.

To belong to someone who knows how to deal with me, my emotions, my attempts to suppress. To let go, to bow down, to surrender — continuously. This is where I am, between your middle finger and my brain, my wallet. Your brain, your wallet. These feelings without no regrets whatsoever.