Savoring the flavor
In my leisure, I perused the email at the pace of a snail (I am getting a knack for rhyming at random. lol). I went through the email word by word, taking a break at every few lines to savor every last detail like a lucky little girl who was rewarded the delicious and much coveted candy after much begging and pleading. "Mommy! Mommy! PLEASE can I have it PLEASE????? CAN I HAVE IT SI VOUS PLAIT?????"
One hour later I finished the very first paragraph. Five more to go, and as I go along, I am gradually reduced from my usual conscientious, detached, ocassionally snobbish persona to a weak, dominated, drooling fool. Slave to his every whims. All logic are useless and futile. All caution nuked. I am insanely, tremendously, absolutely and utterly fucked. He is like cocaine, I am hooked. I wanted more and I'm ready to pay whatever price there is to get high again. Infatuation is a terrible beauty.
One hour later I finished the very first paragraph. Five more to go, and as I go along, I am gradually reduced from my usual conscientious, detached, ocassionally snobbish persona to a weak, dominated, drooling fool. Slave to his every whims. All logic are useless and futile. All caution nuked. I am insanely, tremendously, absolutely and utterly fucked. He is like cocaine, I am hooked. I wanted more and I'm ready to pay whatever price there is to get high again. Infatuation is a terrible beauty.