One of the big myths in M/s on line land is that slaves don't want things. Sure we want things, as much as any other person does. Above that, I want to be controlled, to know that my wants are in his hands, which means that I don't always get what I feel needy for right at the moment. But right now I'm feeling particularly needy for him anyway.
I need to feel his hand in my hair, the back of my neck, my throat, shoving me against the wall, leading me up the stairs.
I need his shoulder to lean my head on.
I need to feel his eyes looking at me with approval at least, or even better, with lust.
I need to be taken. I need to hurt.
I need marks that linger and pains that remind me.