Submission and sacrifice. The Name of the Game.
I was missing Danny dreadfully. It is hard, especially at Christmas time suffering the trauma of someone that is so dear, having left you.
How will I survive Christmas? I do not know. I feel so lonely and depressed. Danny is the only guy who can do it for me, who can change me from bad Karma to good. And it is not just the sex although that was a very big thing in our relationship. It was also the feeling of belonging and being everything for him that he wanted of me.
I remember how he loved me last Christmas How we dabbled in the thrill and joy of sexual foreplay. He'd have me dip his masterpiece ( as I called it) in a glass of Advocaat, or cherry wine and a host of other delightful flavors and suck of the flavors, which combined with his own, made for a delightful beverage.
It is just those little things I miss and the variations he always liked to play the sex theme, like he'd smother me in brandy sauce after the Christmas pudding and lick it off. It was really kinky but I loved it. It was just so nice to see him enjoy me like that and vice versa.
"I miss you Danny Barker so please come back and do the business for me. I will even go so far as to do the golden rain thing with you, that is how I feel and I do wonder if that is why you dumped me, because I could not adapt to your variations on a theme, how you wanted to strap me up and beat me with a gag in my mouth, how you wanted to spank me incessantly over your knee. And then hammer me when my butt was so sore. Okay, so you massaged loads of stimulating and soothing coconut oil into me beforehand, but each tine you thrust against my butt is made me cringe. But I put up with it because I wanted to please you.
"You know I was willing to go so far but when the situation got out of hand I became concerned that you would not know when to stop.
"Well perhaps I should have, perhaps that is what relationships are all about, trust and being honest with each other.