every time I reallllllly need to go to the bathroom and I’m just… able to, freely, without waiting or holding? Every time, I think “gee I’m so glad I’m not Puddles” 🤭
I’m sure you’ll find any number of circumstances in life where things are considerably easier due to you being not-Puddles.… Read the rest “”
Yup. She met me, cried on my knee, got stripped, slapped, whipped, choked, and smothered, spent a fair amount of time curled up next to me on the couch, participated in an orgy, and then ended up crying again as she boarded the train for home.… Read the rest “Did puddles meet you for the first time?”
I can’t remember the last time I’ve been around a group of people I feel so comfortable being myself around. I can be just who I am and I don’t question if I’m wanted or if I’m loved. Thats exactly what love should feel like.
I’m brushing my hair in the mirror, and I recall the way your fingers felt running through it. The way your hands felt holding mine, holding my face, squeezing my throat. Looking in to your eyes while everything begins to go quiet.
