love to hear all the fucked up ideas you'd have for her
love to hear all the fucked up ideas you'd have for her
You'd always wanted something unusual in a relationship with her. Not just intimacy - games, boundaries, power.
You'd spent a long time convincing her of this, that she could play, choose, allow herself more than usual.
She listened for a long time. Sometimes she smiled, sometimes she simply looked, as if memorizing every word.
And then one day she said:
"Okay."
You didn't even immediately understand what exactly she meant.
"But the rules will be mine," she said quietly. "This is what you wanted, right?"
You nodded. Back then, it had seemed like a game.
Now it was reality.
Another man appeared. Not provocative, not rude - just confident. She chose him. For some reason, that's what struck her most.
She walked slowly across the room, as if surveying the space around her.
"Look," she said.
Not a command. Almost tenderly.
You watched. And you felt a strange mixture - pride, envy, excitement, and something else, deeper. You had opened the door yourself, and now she stood behind it- in a completely different role.
She paused beside you for a moment and touched your shoulder.
"You needed crazy ideas," she said quietly. "Now learn to live with them."
And there was something in her voice that you could only imagine before.
Strength.
Calm.
Real.