Building Bridges ...
I am hoping to get back to the smut with these two very soon. In the meantime, this is for my dad, 'cos he knows I write porn and nobly refrains from reading what I've left on his computer.
He unlocks your door and creeps in. There you are lying curled up on the bed, your face tear stained. Crossing to the bed, he notes how defensively you’re lying and he is assailed by guilt.
His own shortcomings as your Master have led you to believe, mistakenly, that you are no longer wanted. Nothing could be further from the truth. He needed these weeks of being with you but not with you to try and make sense of it all. He realises now that it was at the expense of your peace of mind.
Putting his bag down, he toes his shoes off and lies down next to you. Almost as if you sense his presence, you turn over and nestle against him. He lets his fingers card your hair and silently swears that he’ll do better if you let him. He is well aware of how close to losing you he came.
But hopefully that is over now. You are his. And more importantly he is yours.
He unlocks your door and creeps in. There you are lying curled up on the bed, your face tear stained. Crossing to the bed, he notes how defensively you’re lying and he is assailed by guilt.
His own shortcomings as your Master have led you to believe, mistakenly, that you are no longer wanted. Nothing could be further from the truth. He needed these weeks of being with you but not with you to try and make sense of it all. He realises now that it was at the expense of your peace of mind.
Putting his bag down, he toes his shoes off and lies down next to you. Almost as if you sense his presence, you turn over and nestle against him. He lets his fingers card your hair and silently swears that he’ll do better if you let him. He is well aware of how close to losing you he came.
But hopefully that is over now. You are his. And more importantly he is yours.