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Here are some excerpts from our conversation last night:
Around 11:
MF: Then let me just tell you something. Knowing that I'm locked to the bed, knowing that you're the only one that can let me up, knowing that you have control of me even though you are (so far) away. It fills me with a Feeling of love and contentment. It's kind of like when you put my collar on me then take it pull down on it until I'm flat on the ground. And you press down on my neck with your hand or your foot. That's what I feel like now. Calm. In control of myself. Knowing my place in the world.
AF: That fills my heart with love.
3:30 AM sent this in a way so that it wouldn't wake you: MF:I fell asleep right away. I'm awake now but I'll be back to sleep soon. The reason I'm messaging you is because I'm in such an incredible psychological state. Mentally I feel like I do after you beat me until it doesn't hurt anymore, when my head is clogged up and it needs clearing. Add to that a layer of complete sexual arousal without frustration. I am yours. You own me. I'm going to go back to bed now, I don't want to get up. I don't know that I'd ever want to leave this mental state. I love you. I love you. I love you //Not exactly coherent, but you get the message ;-) Continued:
MF: I'm surprised I didn't have a nocturnal emission. My brain is filled with thoughts if you taking me. Right now just to give you an idea I'm wearing that underwear I showed you and my shorts over it because I forgot to take them off. I cannot take my shorts off. I literally can't do anything about it. Right now I am lying face down on my side of the bed, the air from the two fans blowing gently over my back. I can almost literally feel your fingers sliding under the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down to expose my ass. You slide one finger in my ass and gently rub the rest of my body with your hand. Inside me, you push in hard. You're not gentle at all. Stroke in and out of me with your finger you tell me exactly my place. Your other hand presses down on my neck, forcing my face into the pillow as your finger finds my prostate. You tickle it, laughing as I moan and can't do anything. I can do nothing until you decide that I can. This is exactly where I want to be. 7:18 AM MF: I await your pleasure.
AF: We're so in sync, I woke up 20 seconds before you texted me My Sweet Baby. //You sent me the combination printed on a picture of your face, so I cannot show it here, but I stayed in that mental space all night. I woke up twice in the night, but am well rested. I feel so connected to you, and yet miss you terribly at the same time. I can't wait for you to return.
