*context* (smut ;))
(Paul is your boyfriend you live together in a small house in Liverpool and have been together 2 years)
(Enjoy!)
It was a dark night, the bright full moon lit up the sky and the face of my lover through the window, Paul was asleep on the left side of the bed close to the window. He looked so peaceful.
I glanced over at the clock on the wall it read; 12:34. Oh my goodness I tonight to myself it was too late at night to update my diary but I promised myself I wouldn't miss a day and I hadn't so far all year, so reluctantly I took out my diary from under the mattress and took out my pen from the bedside cabinet
I brought my legs up to my chest for writing support and started writing, the whole book was predominately about mine and Paul's sex life. He was good at it but a little boring and I was to scared to tell him how I felt, he was always so soft, slow and sweet and I wanted him to be dominating, rough and a experimental.
I was trying to find a moment to tell him how I felt but the moment never felt right and I always felt so guilty, like I was correcting him or undermining him.
I let out a yawn as I brought the pages to a close I wrote about a dream I had where Paul and I had sex and it was perfect.
*the dream you wrote down*
I got home from work and he asked to talk to me, I was confused but went with it and he asked if he could dominate more in the bedroom and my heart leapt out of my chest and I felt myself get wetter and wetter by each word Paul spoke. we made rough, sensual love with Paul going fast and hard and whispering dirty things in my ear like "good girl" and "you like that don't you, you little slut", choking me, pulling my hair, ordering me around, spanking me and leaving hickies and love bites all over me to let others know I belonged to him.
*end of dream*
I fantasised about him doing these things to me all the time but I just wasn't brave enough to tell him, I know it is stupid but I was so nervous.
What if I got him mad?
What if I told him over the telephone?
What if I got one of my friends to tell him?
What if I got one of his friends to tell him?
I dismissed every idea and whilst I was lost in thought of how to tell Paul about our "bland" sex life I lost track of the time, the clock now read 1:46 am I sighed and put my pen back in the draw and placed my diary out of the top of the bedside table, I was to tired to put it back under the mattress now. So I put it on the side and fell into a deep sleep.
*time skip to morning*
It was a beautiful morning but I was abruptly awoken up by the sun in response to this unwanted wake up call I scrunched my nose up and rolled over but then I realised something, Paul wasn't laying next to me and he wasn't in the room at all. That's odd i thought to myself but anyway I got up and headed for the door.
On the way out I stopped and glanced in the mirror ruffling my hair up a little, I knew it drove Paul crazy when I looked a little messy in the mornings.
Now that I look presentable I headed down the stairs to the living room but stopped mid hallway to see Paul sat at his chair in his office, I smiled but he still had his head fixated on a book what book was that? I wondered and why did it look so familiar? I walked to the door and leant up against the doorway as I did this Paul turned his chair to face me and held up the book he seemed so invested in.
Oh my god
I gulped
He was holding my diary
