i'm in the upstairs office. lost in some project i've been tinkering with. i feel driven with purpose. the door is cracked open. i always leave the door open...
iām in the upstairs office. lost in some project iāve been tinkering with. i feel driven with purpose.
the door is cracked open. i always leave the door open.
Her footsteps echo up the stairway. but my focus is intense; a solution just beyond my fingertips.
the door creaks open, a soft whisper of a sound.
i instantly feel Her presence. a sweet vanilla scent wraps around me, thick and intoxicating.
Her fingers brush through my hair, a gentle caress.
She grips my hair, then releases itā over and over again. it feels good.
a soothing warmth envelops me.
Her fingers glide, each stroke igniting my senses. a chill races down my spine.
the monitor becomes a bit distant.
āYouāre really focused, hmm?ā She teases, leaning closer. āIām just checking in on my sweet boy.ā Her tone alluring, already drawing me in.
āof course, my Queen.ā i reply, my eyes glued to the screen, struggling to concentrate. āthank You,ā my voice hints at annoyance. āiām so close to finishing this up.ā
just when i near a breakthrough, She appears, a siren pulling me from my path. how does She know..? the quiet signals that betray my focusā that reveal my yearning.
āHmmmm,ā She playfully muses.
ugh, i need to concentrate. but the way this feelsā¦
it pulls me deeper.
Her fingers drift by my ear, lingering around my neck. nails grazing my skin, sending shivers through me.
my heart begins to race. the screen blurs, reality separates.
āOkay, sweet boy.ā Her voice is a soft command. Her nails dig in, a mixture of pain and pleasure. a sharp contrast to the softness of Her touch. āIāll be downstairs while you finish.ā
yet She remains. i close my eyes, drowning in the sensation. i should be finishing this projectā¦
but each press feels like a silent command, an urge to abandon my thoughts, to succumb to the pull of Her presence.
the way She easily captures my attentionā¦ it makes me feel so vulnerableā¦
Her grip finally loosens, and slowly leaves my neck. it wants moreā¦
i barely hear Her leave. but the air feels colder. the warmth of Her presence is fading. an aching emptiness fills the spaceā¦
the weight of Her absence settles in, another reminder of how easily She commands my thoughtsā¦
desperately, i take in the remnants of Her scent.
i stare at my monitor. focus shattered, thoughts scattered like leaves.
i linger for a moment. fighting the urge to chase after Her.
the pull of Her absence is heavy in the air. iām unable to resist. i rise from my seat.
the door is slightly open. She always leaves the door open.
i make my way downstairs, lost in the thoughts of serving Her. my true purposeā¦