Meeting Him
I wait nervously in the hotel that you told me that you would meet me at. I’ve been yours for a while now and we’re about to meet for the first time since I became your slave. I’m pacing back and forth, awaiting you anxiously. I finally give up pacing and lay down on the bed, curling up and watch an old episode of Friends, with thoughts of you filling my mind. Yawning softly, I drift off to sl**p. You let yourself into our room with your key, surprised that I don’t greet you at the door as you...