The Hidden Door

I wanted more. I have said that before, I know. Sometimes, you have people in your life who don’t stay, but they teach you things, and I have been taught many things. 

I want more than just shallow connections. I want more than just hands on my throat and calling it kinky. 

That is usually what happens. Throw in the word daddy, and they think they are suddenly kinky because you say you are, and they are with you. 

But they are not with you. They are with themselves. Using you as their personal fleshlight. Maybe you are using them, too. Maybe it is a transaction you are willing to pay at least for a time. 

Until the cravings get stronger. Until you start the process of hungering for more again. Remembering what he taught you to want. 

It takes a special type for that. Someone willing to read you and know how far they can take you. When they come into your life, you know it. It is almost instant now how I recognize them. Once they are here, it is hard to concentrate on anything else. It seems that nothing else is good enough anymore. You worry you will lose them because surely you do not deserve everything you think you have wanted all your life. 

They make you question it. Are you really ready for this? Are you ready to open that hidden door? They have their hand on the knob, ready to open it for you.

But what is behind it, their depravity or yours?