At this time...
I lit my candle and put on my Mary Jane shoes because I didn't want to think about the memories from the past that had been tormenting me for the last four days in some way.
I'll never forget the first time Mak—or the faceless man, as I preferred to refer to him—and I had sex. It was a situation that I could never adequately explain, describe, or even get others to comprehend. My brain was literally fucked out by him, but our interactions didn't stop there that one day in my bedroom. It persisted for years in a religious manner. I started a game just because I wasn't prepared for it out of want. Just as I am aware that what I need from Storm will also require time, I knew that what I wanted would take some time.
Men in positions of power or powerful men don't just hand you what you want on a silver platter. They're not constructed that way. They are designed to endure!
