dark-erotica-romance

The only place the broken past has in our present, is the place we give it.

I__ the answer to her pain. She__ my answer for the need for it.

When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.

A lot can happen in a heartbeat though. Even a really fast one. Lives crumble in a heartbeat. Promises are lost in a heartbeat.

I__e succumbed to the absolute power of the man that pulls, culls, calls my unwitting submission. And I__e embraced the power of my submission to draw him in further, to have him kneeling and worshiping what he__ conquered. I__e known surrender and strength with him. True freedom. And a hell of a lot of orgasms.

My painful memories sift through me like sand through stretched fingers. Only small pieces cling and stay around for me to keep, the rest just disappear. I know not where and I don__