Maybe it's those little moments smashed up against the fridge gasping for air, or the look that says "Mine!"
Or the way he touches me like every inch belongs to him...
Or perhaps it's the downright D/s drought we have been living in.
But I am thirsty for that sense of being owned...
They say that by the time you realize you are thirsty, you're already dehydrated.
I do believe that's true.
And it's easy to gorge and drink your fill until you're sick...Unless the person in charge refuses to let you have your fill. In which case, you avoid the unpleasant repercussions of not being able to handle it...But you still drool over that pool just within sight, just begging you to dive in so you can sate your thirst and sink into its depths...
Yea, I'm not a fan of denial.