a quick stab again of needle-thin jealousy.
jealousy, as pointed out somewhere recently, is not the same thing as betrayal. jealousy is fear, and fear turns me on. risk, turns me on. it starts low in my belly as a cold sweat panic until i identify what it is, and then it becomes something wholly different, something masochistic and gasping.
an invitation: i know i would suffer for her, too.
soft focus
- luna_lux
- i adore labels. i love them. i cut them up and repaste them together again in little confetti anachronisms until i find one that looks like a gorgeous ransom note and say 'that'll fit.'
2 comments:
KD said something recently about a submissive's jealousy being quite useful. Now i understand.
Yesss...
I hope the invitation is valued, it is such a beautiful (and hot) one.
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