I’m waiting in the shade, across the road from her apartment.
Waiting for it to be time to walk over the road, go down the steps and knock on her door.
I’m already nervous because I’m pretty sure she’s going to cane me as soon as I walk in. Cane me hard. Cold. It’s going to hurt.
A beep from my phone announces the arrival of a text.
This text:
If it gets too much…..
too much…..
Pulse racing I walk down the steps.
A description of what happened next is here.
More sin here:
That’s scary but in that wonderfully exciting way.
What a great message – it would put me on edge and make my heart race in the best way. 🙂
Well of course I just HAD to follow your link . . . very intriguing! Very exciting!
And . . . I compliment you on your resilience !!!
Xxx – K
That is a sentence that would definitely kick things up a notch that is for sure
Mollyxxx
Fucking love texts like this, so much anticipation
And I loved the description!
Rebel xox
Oh my!