I want to belong to you. To be a mere object you own and use for your pleasure. To be loved and cared for, but not as a person, just as a toy that you cherish. That, love, is what I want from you.
45(f) I'm having one of those pesky existential crises today, so I did what any reasonable gal would do and posted a pic here. :) May you feel confident in the nature of your reality and your place in it!
