Reminiscing a little

There was this man that gained my trust and earned my time and I would always have one eye on my phone waiting for his message to come through. Sometimes it would be weeks in between messages, other times it would be multiple times a day, or I’d hear from him three days in a row and then nothing for a while.

I would drop everything I was doing to talk to him. We’d start out by having casual conversation, but I knew it he was messaging me, it mean that he was craving me. It never took very long before he was asking me to be the needy little slut he loved.

When we first started talking, I would domme him. I would tell him what to think about, how to stroke his cock, if he should edge, ruin or cum. I made him lick his cum off of his fingers, his hands.. one time I even made him lick it up off the floor. He thought I was naturally dominant and I thought he was naturally submissive. We were both wrong, but we played the switch roles so well.

Eventually we figured out that he was naturally dominant and I was naturally submissive and personally, that’s when I think the real fun started. We talked about what it would be like if I lived with him. We shared so many fantasies together. Sometimes we would roleplay, sometimes it was just day dreaming about having a week to ourselves to live out whatever desires we had at the time.

He controlled when I could touch, when I could cum, and how many edges I had to do for him. He gave me tasks to do for him. He took care of me in so many ways. He absolutely treasured me, and I, him.

I miss him and all the fun we had. He started exploring his sexuality and would tell me about meeting up with men. I hope he’s out there living his best life and I hope there’s nights where he edges to the memories him and I made in our little fantasy world.

Please don’t ask if you can take his place because I doubt anyone could, or would.