Friday, 27 July 2007 (morning)
i know... i'm the one who scolded YOU about spending too much time thinking about our coming/cumming adventure, so that you are distracted from you job of finishing your dissertation. i don't ever want you to be able to accuse me of keeping you from working on it.
still... i can't stop thinking about you this morning.
and it's not even all kinky fantasies.
you occupy me.
i am a conquered land
its inhabitants hauled off into slavery.
i have an advanced case of Stockholm Syndrome.
my mind is not my own.
and crazed as i am
i feel at peace.