He is allowing me to remember everything that happened now, the way it really went down. I sit here, vacent stare as my mind fills me with imagery over the past day.
How a former client of mine had shown up at my doorstep after an unusually charged morning. How he displayed the raw power he had now, and how I hopelessly became caught up in it. The dinner date that broke every rule in the book, but left me wanting more.
The new limits of pleasure I found myself in, powerless to resist the stirring in my stomach and the need in my head.
He is allowing me to remember now because what happens next decides what life I want. And through everything that has happened, shocking or blissful, there is a part of me that wants more. To taste the sweet surrender I have been giving him again and again....