She Takes Control

Oh, hi there.

I haven’t seen you in a while, but suddenly I noticed you watching all of my internet stories. Do you even realize what you’re doing? You’re the first one I see on my viewer list. You’re married, you’ve been married for a couple of years now. You know what I’ve noticed? She looks a lot like me. She looks a lot like me when we dated, actually. Even my sister confirmed it when I showed her a picture. You replaced me, didn’t you? And now you’re bored. Now you’re glued to my internet stories. You’re waiting for me to take control. 

You’re looking for someone like me, or you’re back to looking for me. I’m the one you let get away. This might surprise you, but I’m done waiting for you. I waited for too long. I don’t know why I waited in the first place. It would have been better if I had taken control a long time ago. I wanted you from the moment I saw you put your hungry eyes on me. 

Remember how you practically ran up to me because you were so eager to meet me? You introduced yourself. You used our common interests as an excuse for us to spend time together. And then we started dating. I gave you so many firsts. We made so many memories together. And now, you’re remembering them, aren’t you? 

It’s my turn to take control

Listen, you’re not allowed to look in my window from a distance and not come inside. I’m not here for you to all go from afar. I’m not a movie for you to watch or a magazine for you to jerk off to privately in the bathroom while your wife waits downstairs. Do you think I’m a faceless jerk-off girl? I’m not. Got it? What do you think this is? Have I ever been that for you? Absolutely not. 

I have always been the one. the only. I’m the one you wake up thinking about with cum all over your belly. If you need to look in my window to get through your mundane afternoons with the poor imitation Xerox copy of me that you found while you were toiling away in the city in the years after you graduated, so be it. I’ll be patient. I’ll let you do it for a little while. Go ahead, take your phone into the bathroom and look at my stories, and rub your needy dick when you need to have a vacation away from your life. 

Let me assure you, you don’t deserve this. You’ve made so many mistakes by not letting me take control. You took me for granted for our entire life and thought you could wait for me when I needed you the most. It was selfish to think you could throw me away and come back later. You needed to love me and cultivate our relationship to keep me. We should have gone from friends to lovers. You needed to stay by my side. But you didn’t. And now you’re left with a poor imitation of what you once had. Ergo, this is what you get. How does that make you feel, sweetie?

Reap what you sow

All that is to say, I am going to give you what I do think you deserve. And you know who gets to decide that? I do! not you. Isn’t it nice not having to make any decisions? It’s so refreshing. You’ll love not having control. I know you will. I’ll be making the choices. You’ll be relieved. You never let me make them before. To be fair, I didn’t know I was allowed to make them. But now I do. Now I know I can take control and make the rules. And believe me, I am going to make them. 

I know you better than anyone else, including that sad imitation you chose instead of me. I know your thoughts, I know your heart, and I know your soul. Did you really think you could run from me? As if you would even want to. The part that makes you want to run is that little boy inside. But it’s the little boy I fell in love with. It’s that good boy who ran to me with those big, sad eyes who fell in love with me. The boy who pressed his face against mine and slipped his hands into my back pockets while we danced. It’s that boy who walked me around the block 20 times at midnight and kissed me under a street lamp while he ignored his curfew. 

Do that again

I double dare you. Break your curfew. Slip out at night. Don’t tell anybody. Fall into me as you let my love take control of all your senses. It’ll be our little secret. Forever.

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