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Sunday, June 8th, 2008
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6:24p
For everything I give him, he seems pleased. There is a shadow behind the look in his eyes that tells me it's not enough, so I give him more. Each time, a little more.
And still, it's not enough.
It's uncomfortable and thrilling at the same time to ponder and speculate about the hidden dark depths of his desire and to wonder how far he'll go... or how far I will. It's becoming a contest of wills to see who'll bridge the gap first. I'm deluding myself of course, implying we're on an equal footing. On the other hand, I know how stubborn I can be-him, I haven't fully tested.
I don't think I'm quite ready to sell my soul.
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All right, that's it. I'm cracking up.
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