( will be 100% out of “slave talk”)
Today I belong to only one. I can feel his tongue slowly going up my inner thigh and teasing my clit, hands running all over my body. Then sliding down and grabbing my ass, leaving dark red marks and welts. He was in charge, but under my spell. One deep look and we were ready. Shower, kitchen, balcony, bed, floor, couch, dryer, you name it and i was on top of it.
Sometimes I can still smell the fresh cigar. Its been too long since I’ve felt him, the dead will never wake. My soldier, oh how I miss him. I miss his passion, his love, damn I even miss his cock. His body was a work of art, so detailed and perfect. Enough to make you soak yourself in seconds. They say God sometimes needs a new angel, he was my dark angel. Steamy and dirty, so very naughty. Closing my eyes I can almost reach out to feel him skin hot, heart beating, God he is like a rock. All mine, and only mine. Yet its only memories.
For today I’m going to pretend he is alive, I’m going to pretend when i wake up at night screaming he will be there. I’m going to feel his touch all through-out my body and I’m going to let my mind wander away with him. I can’t stand it, my dark angel is gone. I’m going to scream out I love you, and I don’t care if i cant have him, he is mine right now. So when I wake up tomorrow I will cry and I will scream, but one more night with him is worth that pain, even if that one more night is all in thought.
I should say thank you for all of your services, and I am thankful to the men and women out there who are serving. But tonight my soldier will be with me, even if I have to close me eyes to see him. Rest In Peace my love….