The Delete Button – Emails to Young Damsels #2

I seethe with rage and regret each time I hit that delete button. But there are other parties with a stake in our little drama. They have claims, papers and rights. They wave their hands and gnash their teeth.

I made mistakes. I didregrettablethings. You cries and pleas were drowned out by the gag I had stuffed in your mouth. I could feel the tremors in your body as your whimpers turned to moans. Did you think you would die? When did your fear turn to lust?

I think about saving one of our messa...