i have never been as amazed by someone's hands.
i don't wear a collar. and if i'm honest, this is just fine with me. i do have your collar - i rarely wear it. it's a sweet black leather strip with a lovely silver ring on it - perfect for leashing your loyal bitchproperty. but it's a tool, not a symbol.
i also sleep by your side. sometimes curled up my cheek resting on your back. sometimes hugging your hand with you curled around me like i'm a cunt-scented bedtime snuggly. your hand rests sometimes on my hip or back and there is no forgetting that you are there, and always the wispy memory of your snarl "mine," as i drift off to sleep, my lips puffy and sore and throat scratchy and cunt leaking.
your hands always touch me in your sleep. like a key for a lock.
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This could have been written by me! You ripped the words right from my heart.
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