A heartfelt pouty tinged, well perhaps vividly coloured, with annoyance.
This brattishness was zeroed squarely at it's target; Local D.
I have spoken recently of life's complexities keeping us apart. His work, my life.
In the last week or so I have felt an unashamed need growing in me. I feel tears welling in my eyes I am so needy.
Trying to find a space to see him is driving me insane with need. I have never been demanding on his time or his attention, but today...the brat came out and she was not the girl I like. I always tell him he owes me nothing. In honesty its my barrier, to keep him at arms length. Not very sub like..but I am not the perfect sub girl, if indeed I am a sub girl at all. We have our own commitments and those must come first...sluts come last. Today though I pouted, I might have even stomped my foot.
The need in me to be taken in hand is out of control, boiling point has been passed and a nuclear reaction is on the cards.
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