I have been in contact with another old friend... there is a comfort to be had with contacting an old lover... a familiarity, a trust, an understanding. You do not have to meet any unreasonable expectations. You know and your body knows that their flesh is a safe-haven and that you can be yourself without judgment... you just have to trust that they feel the same and can let down their guard and take the situation for what it is...

Keiran is tall, muscular, quiet, brooding, and intense. He has dark hair and dark piercing eyes and is the definition of the "strong and silent type." For having such a subtle presence about him, he is a commanding person if you know him. And I want him to be demanding of me. I want him to be the dominant... not me as I always seem to be the aggressor. I want him to use me, abuse me, and through those actions I will burn with a lust he has never known or experienced with me.

I sit here, hot and wet and wonder if he will be able to dominate me. If he doesn't control me, I am going to slap him hard across his face. I need his domination, his control over me, i need to be told what to do... i need to be punished if I misbehave. And I will misbehave.

Keiran, are you reading this?

NM