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January 12 - January 28, 2025
She was magnetic. Her aura was damning. Her presence was commanding. She was blessed with something far beyond my comprehension. But, my ignorance was blissful. The knowledge I didn’t have, I craved.
This isn’t the first tear you’ve cried and it won’t be the last. Crying isn’t the end of the world, it’s the beginning of a new one. Make sure it’s the one you can see yourself in for a while, because those tears need to be few and far apart. Design her well, Rugger, the new you that’ll be birthed from this moment. Design her well.
“You’ve never been courted,” he breathed against my neck. “You’ve never been praised. You’ve never been held to the regard I see you in. You’ve never been supported. You’ve never been encouraged. You’ve never been invested in. “You’ve never been sought after. Chased down. And, caught. You’ve never been the center of a man’s world. You’ve never been the beginning and the end. You’ve never been affirmed. You’ve never been cherished. You’ve never been met with intention. You’ve never been loved. “And, you’ve never been fucked, Rugger. Not for real. Not by a real man. Because, I promise you this
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He felt like safety. Security. Stability. Vulnerability. Sensitivity. Capability. Culpability. Accountability. Fragility. Fertility. Sensibility.
She was a beautiful mess. Chaotic poetry. A distressed canvas. Treasure from the ruins. And whether it had been made clear or not, she was mine. My beautiful mess. My chaotic poetry. My distressed canvas. My treasure from the ruins.
“The best part about your story is the fact that you don’t need saving. You need to be sucked and fucked and favored. And, I’m here to give you just that. No questions asked. No holding back. No fear, baby. Just feelings.”
Even when I finally had her, I’d keep pursuing her. Because women with pussy this good, you pursued until you could no longer clean your own ass, put on your own clothes, or remember your own name.
She was inexperienced. It didn’t matter that she didn’t believe so. It didn’t matter how many times she’d been fucked. She hadn’t been fucked properly. Gently. Thoroughly. Selflessly.
“You keep falling, Gazelle. And, I catch you. Every time. Every year. Every month. Every week. Every day. Every hour. Every second. I catch you. Over and over and over again. You understand me?”
“You’re no fragile being. You’re solid. You’re hyper-independent. You’re a leader. You’re an alpha-woman. You don’t wait for things to happen for you or to you. You make things happen. You move mountains. You part seas. And, the world respects you because of it. But, baby, there comes a time– a time when a man enters a woman’s world and quickly asserts himself, letting her know that she can relax.
“She can trade her solidness for softness. Her independence for dependency. Her leadership for submission. That man will switch her survival mode to the subtle mode so she can do less, speak less, know less, work less, think less, and be less than she’s been for everything and anything else. “So she can be more to him, more for him because that’s all he truly needs from her. He needs her to show up whole and not beaten up by the world and all else that comes with being a woman.
“Sometimes you don’t choose your person. They choose you.”
“You keep falling, baby. Every day, you’ll find a new reason to love the person you’ve chosen. They’ll find new ways and new reasons to love you, too. And when shit gets rough, that love will be enough to protect you from the storms that threaten to dismantle your connection.”
“I love you,” he breathed out, “I love you deep. Wide. Left. Right. All the fucking way around. More than I’ve loved anything or anyone.”
