When I am with you the world seems right. You are my heart. When I am with you I feel good. I want to protect you I want you to take all of me. The last time we were together. I beg you for more. You were doing you your best not to mark me. I didn't care about you leaving marks. You know with out a shadow of a doubt that I am yours. I wanted you to claw me, break my skin with you whip. You held my balls in your hand and I begged you to squeeze them. why did you give up my gift? You think that if I showed marks or damage that it would have mattered between my wife and I. Well it would have but only toward my freedom from her. The last time I was with you the passion I was feeling was so tangible like a great bourbon smooth but full of fire. I told you of my adolescent dreams about S and M before I know what it was about. I believe that it is actually rare for someones dreams to come true but you make them happen. I swear no one will ever achieve anything close to what you have done to me or in what you have given me. When and if we have a chance to spend time together again. I beg you again to take what I have already given you. I   AM   YOURS TEAR ME UP WITH YOUR PASSION.