She'll know who she is
I was just lying in the bath, happily amusing myself ~that's tammyspeak for frigging myself~ and thinking about this one very special girl I know. I was talking in my first entry about someone who changed my life forever, but now I'd like to sing the praises of someone who will more than likely wonder what she's done to deserve this.
She reminds me a lot of myself when I met my first Master. Reading through her journal made me remember who I used to be, and how I came to be who I am now. I see glimpses of her journey over the past couple of years and I nod to myself because I could so easily have written those words way back then. What adds a beautiful element to is that my first Master is her current Master and she's the one who got the idea of writing one of these into my head. We've traded emails and had a few IM conversations, and every time I feel myself wanting to hug her and wish her well on her journey. I'm sure she's blushing right now realising that I'm talking about her. How do I know she's blushing? Because back when 'I was her' I would have been blushing if someone had written this about me.
She is also one of the most amazing writers I've ever read. Her writings in her journal not only make me wet, they make me think, laugh, remember and, most importantly, want to see her with more happiness in her life than she can cope with. Okay, what I'd really like to see her is naked on my bed with her wrists tied to the headboard so I could spend several hours letting her know just how special she is.
toy, I love you and thank you for being my friend.