Dear Diary,
As the clock hands unite and night deepens, I find myself unable to drift into the arms of sleep without first reaching out across the miles that separate us. It’s bewildering, yet so profoundly beautiful, how deeply connected I feel to him, despite the distance and the digital medium that binds us. Each time his avatar lights up in that familiar shade of green, signaling his voice across my speakers, my heart skips with anticipation.
I must confess, before him, there was a hunger within me—untamed and restless. But the sound of his commanding voice, sculpting scenarios that set every nerve alight, transforms that yearning into a fervor that knows no bounds. The mere thought of his whispered directives, detailing how he’d unravel me if given the chance, sends me spiraling into a whirlwind of ecstasy and madness. And with each passing day, as our bond deepens, he’s finely tuned his understanding of what ignites my soul, crafting cravings that grow exponentially with each interaction.
The power he wields over me is intoxicating. His control over my peaks of pleasure—knowing he’s instructed me to hold back, to wait for his word—heightens every sensation, making the eventual release not just a moment of physical ecstasy, but an emotional summit that leaves me dizzy, elated, and profoundly connected to him in ways words scarcely capture.
Yet, it’s not solely the crescendos of climax that draw me to him. It’s also the daily companionship, the steady presence of him in texts and talks that nurtures our growing bond. In him, I find not just a Dominant, but a confidant, a friend whose value transcends the confines of our arrangement.
Thank you, truly, for being him. For weaving his way into my daily thoughts, for becoming a pillar of strength, excitement, and tenderness in my life. As I finally surrender to sleep, I do so with a heart full of anticipation for all our tomorrows.
With all my longing and adoration, Scarlet
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