His Words

His words, oh god his words.

How quickly I became addicted to them. Just the sound of my phone makes my nipples tighten, the thought of another message from him, of more words, fantasies, forbidden desires uncovered.


I re-read them over and over, pussy clenching, breath quick and shallow, aching to be with him. How does he know me so well, so quickly?

He reaches into the deepest most secret parts of me, coaxes me out, releases me from my bonds of fear and shame, the cage of guilt that holds me prisoner and instead binds me to him with raw honesty, with trust and lust and power and the knowledge the he knows me better than I know myself.
 Nothing I want or need will ever turn him away from me.

He owns me, and I long to give myself to him.


Oh god, his words.