We had a fight yesterday. I threw a vase at her and flew away. She called me mean names I didn't like and I lost my temper. I meant to miss the shot. I'm great at aiming. I just wanted her shaken up a little. She looked for me and found me crying. The bite I gave her was bleeding. I bit it. I didn't want her hurting. Although I was hurting I didn't want her hurting. After the bite she kissed me hungrily and took me home to a night of the best sex I'd ever had. It was different then the usual times we have sex. This time it felt like it actually meant something more than just regular love making. This time it was more controlling, careful, and dominant. I'm getting horny just thinking about it. She's waking up. I have to go now bye.
