He shakes again. I do not like this. My Genta. That I should have undone you this far...
I push the guilt down inside. This time must be about Genta. About reaffirming our connection, making him feel appreciated and loved. I am most certainly capable of this.
He gives me such joy, such peace, when I am open to him.
He attempts my shirt, but finds it difficult. I assist, sliding it off over my head swiftly.
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Date: 2012-10-17 11:10 am (UTC)I push the guilt down inside. This time must be about Genta. About reaffirming our connection, making him feel appreciated and loved. I am most certainly capable of this.
He gives me such joy, such peace, when I am open to him.
He attempts my shirt, but finds it difficult. I assist, sliding it off over my head swiftly.