I’ve been very sick. Mind swirling, fevered temperature, stumbling into the kitchen, craving tea and toast and honey. Endless sleep, needing more. A Dominant presence to keep me in bed through my bouts of determination to rise from the sheets, painfully absent.
Through the head-splitting headaches and misery, the focus of my disoriented thoughts settled upon how special we are, those of us who relish this D/s addiction. How highly tuned we are, how unique and oddly gifted. I’ve written recently about vanilla men, and in my sad state, as much as I craved a comforting hand on my brow, were it not from a dishy Dominant, thank you, but no thank you.
Strange Love. Strange Highs and Strange Lows.