Kayla

One of the best feelings in the world is knowing your presence and absence both mean something to someone.

Christian gives in and shows me around his creepy home dungeon. It’s all decked out with douchebag sex-toys, every one of which costs more than my flat. I’ve been to more interesting parties in Brixton. “My desires are…unconventional,” he admits “So are mine,” I say. “I want to overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex.” Christian goes off to sulk in his helicopter. When he comes back he’s still in a mood. “Look,” I say, “I don’t think you’re really a ‘dominant’ at all. I don’t think you know what that means. I don’t want to police your fantasies, but the way this is playing out is deeply problematic. You’re just an entitled sociopath and misogynist in a nice tie, and there are plenty of people who might find that sexy, but I don’t.” “You need to learn to manage my expectations. I am not a patient man,” he mutters. I pull my tampon out and throw it violently at his head.

stop for just one second.

His pointer finger circled my puckered love cave. ‘Are you ready for this?’ he mewled, smirking at me like a mother hamster about to eat her three-legged young.

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