Falling Matches

“I don’t usually like to gag him but I thought about it at that second. It turned me off though, hearing him is my favorite part.”

Daffniblog

The way her heart falls I could never understand. The men she loved and stalked, came and went like a flock of black crows. I admire the way she loves them. The way they torment her and don’t even know it. But the ones that come right in her face and tell her and ask her and take her out to dinner, no, those are never men with hearts wild enough. To live life like this, boggles my mind. Thirty years loving from behind a glass, she’s damn near a virgin. She said it to me one day. “I’m a Virgin, Daff.” Apparently, 7 years without sex makes you a virgin. In that moment, all I could think about was having him beneath me and his wrists tied over head. I don’t usually like to gag him but I thought about it at that second. It turned me off though…

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