takemeovr
10-18-2010, 11:18 PM
I knew you had a thing for me.
The number of texts you sent grew. The number of emails grew as well. The calls also increased. I noticed you would look at me a lot when we hung out, spacing out for moments, and then returning to reality.
I was with your friend. You told me how jealous you were of her. The way she treated me was terrible, you would say.
One night, I was going to hang with your friend. She called and canceled. I sent you a text telling you, "It happened again!" You responded that you have nothing to do tonight and would gladly hang out with me.
I thought it over. I knew your friend, who I was dating, would not be happy about this. But the stories she would tell me about you were fascinating. How you've tied your past flings down and fucked them, owned them. Your friend wasn't like this. She was the usual girl, the submissive. Sure, sex is always fun, but I knew there was more that I wanted out of it. I decided to take you up on your offer and headed over to your apartment.
When I entered, it was fairly dark. The smell of scented candles was thick in the air. I had played dumb and pretended that I didn't know you were in to me. Secretly, I wanted to know about your dark side. I wanted you to own me, to use me to sexually please you. I was so lost in thought that I hadn't noticed you came up behind me. Apparently, you weren't aware of my willingness and weren't going to wait for an answer. As I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs clasping around my wrists, I had no idea what this night would become. You whispered into my ear, "Welcome to my place, hope you didn't make any plans."
The number of texts you sent grew. The number of emails grew as well. The calls also increased. I noticed you would look at me a lot when we hung out, spacing out for moments, and then returning to reality.
I was with your friend. You told me how jealous you were of her. The way she treated me was terrible, you would say.
One night, I was going to hang with your friend. She called and canceled. I sent you a text telling you, "It happened again!" You responded that you have nothing to do tonight and would gladly hang out with me.
I thought it over. I knew your friend, who I was dating, would not be happy about this. But the stories she would tell me about you were fascinating. How you've tied your past flings down and fucked them, owned them. Your friend wasn't like this. She was the usual girl, the submissive. Sure, sex is always fun, but I knew there was more that I wanted out of it. I decided to take you up on your offer and headed over to your apartment.
When I entered, it was fairly dark. The smell of scented candles was thick in the air. I had played dumb and pretended that I didn't know you were in to me. Secretly, I wanted to know about your dark side. I wanted you to own me, to use me to sexually please you. I was so lost in thought that I hadn't noticed you came up behind me. Apparently, you weren't aware of my willingness and weren't going to wait for an answer. As I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs clasping around my wrists, I had no idea what this night would become. You whispered into my ear, "Welcome to my place, hope you didn't make any plans."