“I woke up with an overwhelming craving to be bent over someone’s knees, spanked red and raw and fingered till I’m begging for release – just to be denied over and over again. Then when I really cannot take any more, fucked hard into oblivion.”
His reply reminds me that today is the day when he’s alone in a hotel room, three hours away, where I should have joined him if circumstances had allowed.
“How am I supposed to get on with my day like this? This pining is unbearable.”
“Don’t worry, little one, our time will come. Very soon.”
