You sit there, staring at me with those desperate, yearning eyes, but I can see through you, lover. I can see the way you hold yourself, the way you fidget under my gaze, the way you pretend that my words don’t cut straight to your core.
I know you.
I know what you are.
And I know what you’re not.
You’re not enough for me. Not in the way I need. Not in the way a woman like me craves.
Don’t look so wounded. You’ve always known, haven’t you? From the very first moment I held your chin in my hand and looked deep into your eyes, you knew this day would come. The day when I would look at you and tell you, flat out, that I need more. That I deserve more. That I’m done pretending that what you provide is enough.…
I wouldn’t, but that’s me. Even if this were role-play, I wouldn’t because those words are mean & spiteful. But that’s just me. I know others would enjoy it, and to those folks, I say, party on. I support you.
“I want you to feel it. I want you to sit in that discomfort and own it.”
That’s the part that makes me feel connected to her and fulfilled. That she enjoys watching me suffer through it. It’s an intense connection.
Yes i would. And yes i would humbly sit off to the side while the bull enjoys his conquest. Because i recognize the bull’s position as someone who fulfills desires that the i cannot. And because humility on my part will help alleviate any jealousy or tension that might otherwise arise. My humility will signal to the bull that i’m no threat; this will make him more comfortable and assured in his relationship with you. And that will lead to better outcomes for you which is our shared goal.
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