echoes

it's a sunny afternoon at a shopping center. i open the car door for Her. we head into the bookstore. the aroma is rich, thick. i buy us coffee.

we then browse around. but beneath my calm surface, a quiet longing stirs—a deep yearning for Her.

Her touch. Her love.

i still feel the echoes of Her words—a sweet torment that rests in my mind. i've felt it all day. it's nearly maddening.

and yet i maintain my composure as i follow along to the next store.

She turns. i spot a brief smirk.

my breath catches. She knows... i can't hide from Her.

a simple brush of Her hand. it sends jolts. a reminder of the pleasure She wields.

"Are you okay?" Her voice sweet, yet probing.

"Yes, my Queen." i answer in an even tone, managing the storm underneath.

"Good," She nods.

"Let's go, sweet boy." Her command lingers gracefully in the air.

"Help me try on some shoes."

the thought of helping Her... it sends a thrill through me.

i nod, taking another sip of coffee.

it burns, still hot. my hands feel clammy against the cup, heart racing.

the anticipation is electric...