Maintenance (and other embarrassing words)
Added 2022-09-01 04:44:44 +0000 UTC“You know what I think?” He asked, but he didn’t wait for me to reply. “I don’t think you want it. I think you need it. But that would be embarrassing to admit, wouldn’t it?”
I could feel every cell in my body turn red hot, shame and also the little high that comes when you feel so seen. I nodded my head slowly. He was right.
He says a bunny like me needs maintenance. Regular use to keep me running at optimum. He was right about that too. I can feel it. How can he?
He’s a capable sadist, intuitive, and kind when it matters. He sees through me in a way that makes me feel easy, transparent, understood. It’s so nice to feel understood, isn’t it?
Exposed for him in tiny ways, he puts the little pieces together and exploits what he learns. I like showing him. I want him to know. He knows I do. He smirks, “I’m a big fan of taking your confession.”
