Angel sent me a picture today, a few actually. It is always great when I get to see Angel, and it doesn’t happen a whole lot lately. She knows I love seeing her, she knows how amazingly sexy I find her. She knows it makes my days.
But, inside the picture I thought I saw “her”. It was Angel, but my brain saw someone else. That someone I wanted to grab by the hair, push against the wall, kiss hard and make her moan loud. The her I used to be able to leave marks on. The her I used to make feel “little” and love her the way we used to.
I felt her, maybe. A brief second, fleeting. But I saw her and I felt her. I saw everything in my mind. It was different, but that feeling of dominance is more and more there inside of me. I keep it in check, for the sake of our friendship. But, I felt her.