If you punch him in the throat, or anywhere really, I may be both a little frightened and aroused at the same time. Which is an odd thing to say now that I’ve said it. But no, non-traditional is definitely not a bad thing. Especially where we’re concerned. You know I feel comfortable with only a select few to begin with, and you’ll always be on that list. Also, sidenote, that I never mind your ultra-possessive side.
[PM]: Good. Because you’re stuck with me, darling, until you tell me to fuck off. Oh please, this is me, I worry too much about everything. Working on it, but it’s still very much there. I appreciate that you don’t hold back on the pain factor, because I don’t like being handled with kid gloves like I’m some porcelain doll who will break just because of my shitty past. I always will see this as taking my control back from him, and no one understands that better than you, which is why you’re the only one who I trust going to such extremes with. Although it is a shame your cock can’t be my permanent sleeping solution isn’t it? Heh. I have to say, I’m trying very hard to stick to the ‘don’t let anyone guilt you for doing things at your own speed’. But people continue to suck. ….fuck yeah about that eating thing…probably need that reminder? Or encouragement? I’ve had zero appetite since the field trip.
Ooo. You making a decision without a ‘if you want’ attached to it. Proud of you, darling. Consider it done though. This also means I’ll be over later tonight, fair warning. Not that you really need any, because I know what you look like naked so it’s not like you have to get all presentable or anything. I’ll probably just wear your clothes around your suite, and nothing else. Now that I know that’s a thing that gets you going too.
Oh my God, you’re ridiculous. Thanks for that laugh. But yes, if you want to share anything with my therapist that’s relevant to the topic, I’d actually find that helpful. I don’t mind you piggy backing off of me for this, if it gets some of your own demons out in the open.
I see you. Trying to get me to eat. If you feed them to me I’ll nibble on some fries, just to make sure you see me eating. I’ll be in that lap of yours in a jiffy!
I can work with frighten and aroused. I do some of my best work in that area but hey, more about just giving that guy the punishment he deserves for all the shit he did to you. Well, it’s a list I’m happy to be close to the top on. Heh. You say that but hey, pretty sure you don’t know how bad I could get in the moment.
PM: Hm, telling you to fuck off would ruin way, way too much fun for me. I think, so that might only happen when the sun burns out and we all die. Yeah. I know you worry but like-...at least try to worry less about it? I’m fine. Really. Well, my own shitty past is sort of why I like...breaking you even if you look like glass. Like you would break from every hit, and smack and....abuse that I throw down at you. You know I have a dark side and frankly you’re one of the few people I’ve ever fully explored that with. Like the our little...rape scene in the classroom. It got me off in a way not even Ollie would understand. So...I think we’re just two halves of the same piece in that regard. You get control back from being hit and I get it from...abuse. Though yeah, it’s a shame the doctor did’nt superscribe you my dick in your ass every night to sleep. I would have done that duty happily. People do suck but hey, putting yourself first is never a bad thing. Screw everyone else. If the pills help. They help. Fuck everyone else. Right. You need to eat, Kurt. Careful or I’ll stay being like “you gotta finish your dinner before you get Daddy’s dick.”
Look at me, being decisive, it’s an amazing thing. All right, tonight is perfect. Eh. I’ll either be in underwear,sweatpants or naked myself. So it’s not like it’s nothing you’ve ever seen before. Though if you’re just wearing the sweater and some sexy underwear. I won’t apologise for bending you over the kitchen counter and making your sweater get covered in my come and yours. So...
Hey- I’m well aware that Eric does’nt like me. Gotta give me some credit for that. I just meant if you wanted to talk about our break up or your current feelings about me and Eric or wanted to talk about what we had. Anything like that. Just happy to give context, I guess.
Good. My lap is painfully empty of a hot boy sitting on it. And hey, they’re good fries. I’ll even feed them to you. Almost be romantic.
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