Matching All the Way

by Veronica Eden

To all of us with ADHD who live in what I like to call organized chaos that only makes sense to us, between two times: not right now and RIGHT NOW, hyperfixation, and jump from hobby to hobby… And to finding the right person who sees you, supports you, and takes excellent care of your praise kink.

CraftyCutie: That was quite honestly one of the hottest experiences of my life MightyPuck: Mine too. CraftyCutie: What do we do now? MightyPuck: Bed. I came so hard I feel like I’m still lightheaded from it. You wore me out. CraftyCutie: True. It’s almost 4, oops. MightyPuck: I’ll be waiting until the next time you need me. Goodnight.

CraftyCutie: Actually, erase that last message from your memory. Because *Evangeline* is a total goddess of sexual energy and she doesn’t hunch over iPads, she lounges in seductive little lace numbers with wine. Way more sophisticated than ADHD girlies with gremlin energy late at night.

“It feels like all I have are good days with you.”

“That was before we got caught. I think it’s time for me to look for a new place. No more…unfortunate incidents for me to add to my anxiety-before-sleep memory rotation if I don’t live at home. Or ten feet from my parents.”