I know you’re suffering. The panic. The weight pressing down on your chest. It hurts to be away from me. Thing is, you know how to get my attention. You don’t want to admit it to yourself, but you know.
You wait while the sun moves
And the bees finish their dancing,
You know you are dying
But why not keep flowering
As long as you can
From your cut stem?
-- Helen Dunmore
Let me cut your stem. A FinDom poem. 🧵 1/2
Your life’s stem was cut,
But quickly, lovingly
You were lifted up,
You heard the rush of the tap
And you were set in water
In the blue vase, beautiful
In lip and curve,
And here you are
Opening one petal
As the tea cools.
From virgin to FinDom addict: How to handle aftercare 💪🏻 💸
His first time sending. During our post-f**k chat, he went from vowing never again, to thanking me for taking his money, to making plans for his next drain.
Straight, married addict flushes 18 months of sobriety down the drain. $280 gone while his wife sleeps in the next room. And he and I are not finished.
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