Exploring Submission

I finally had an orgasm this morning.

I found a renewed love of reading when I met him. Exploring books I would have never previously picked up. The strong alpha and his woman. Enough ferocity within her to keep his interest while still allowing their submissive side to be free.

But there is one line in every books that captures my breath along with my attention.

Good girl.

I could have been left with your final kind, positive words, allowing me to remember the good in you. Allowing me to remember the positives you brought into my life.

I guess she saw it coming. The impending fall. Yet, she never wanted to believe it could happen.

Every day she asked, why? Not to them though. Their answer would never be clear. It would only be the words they believed would lessen the blow. A fruitless, self serving attempt. A failure at saving her from pain.

Will it hurt? Will it last? Will I recover, she asked herself.

Once the tears, fears and anxieties passed, she asked herself what will I do next?

A quiet voice whispered from behind her, “You will not forget the pain. Though you will survive. You will be stronger. Your empathy will save you. Pick yourself up from the fall my dear.”

Shakily she stood. Slowly moving one foot in front of the other.