Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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Italy🇮🇹
"Bambino, non resterai rinchiuso per tutta la vita..."(Bambino, you're not going to stay locked up all your life...)
She must have been waiting outside my door for ten minutes. Sometimes she knocks... sometimes she taps lightly, hoping that I will come and open the door for her. Maybe she's afraid of annoying me. But the truth is, I just don't have the strength to move. I'm not lying on my bed crying my eyes out. No. In fact, I haven't cried a single drop since that day. No, crying has never been my thing anyway... However, I have a feeling that something is wrong. Otherwise I would have already left. Or, at least I would be in my bed. Not lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling. Or rather...the kind of fresco that is there.
A cover of "The Kiss" by Francesco Hayes. One of my favorite Italian paintings. The first that I wanted to revisit, in my own way, as soon as my brushwork became more confident. Because I have always loved this work. And who couldn't? It's so beautiful to watch two lovers kiss and love each other deeply. As if they were seeing each other for the very last time. I always told myself that one day I would know what it felt like...to love to this extreme. To feel this current running through your body, your hands trembling and your heart beating just at the sight of one person.
Although I chose BDSM which is not really...romantic-focused. And to be honest, I've never been very romantic either. I never of being. Soft, yes. Romantic...not really. I've never been very good with words. However, with her, it came so easily. Unless I am deluding myself. Yes! Maybe that's why she left...Maybe I didn't show her enough that I loved her.
Maybe I wasn't careful enough. It must be my fault! Otherwise why would she have left without seeing me? If she really loved me...if she really thought about my happiness, she would have told me to my face. Above all, if she thought a word about it, she would have said these words to me, eye to eye! But she didn't. And I know why! I spent sleepless nights staring at that ceiling, torturing my mind, but I finally understood. I know her well. She couldn't stand it.
She couldn't bear to tell me to my face. Because, even if her letter was sincere, I know she didn't want to leave. She wanted more, like me.
"I liked being your submissive »
"I loved being yours"
"I loved your kisses and hearing your voice in the morning. »
You can't make this up! You can't lie about things like this. She loved every one of my caresses. She enjoyed kissing me and submitting. But that wasn't enough. She left. And why?! To protect me?! I don't need anyone to protect me! I just need her...to stay close to me. That she doesn't stop loving me. I don't want to be the only one to suffer. I want to know that she is in pain. I always did everything to stop her from crying. But, this time, I want her to know my pain.
I want her tears to flood her face, like mine are flooding my cheeks, right now. I want to obsess her thoughts like she obsesses mine and keeps me up at night. I want to know that this pain I feel is the same pain that overwhelms his heart. I don't want to be alone in suffering... And yet, for the moment, I am the only one dejected.
