Rumination Stories

You've prepared yourself for my arrival. You showered and shaved yourself, and put on my favorite underwear and heels. As you dress yourself, you think of my impending arrival with a mixture of giddy excitement and a dread that is somehow both nervous and accepting. You want to serve me, you NEED to serve me, but sometimes the idea of being utterly controlled by me, being utterly helpless to my desire scares you. But you...

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Maybe it was sleep deprivation from a rough biz-trip, or the three rum and diet Cokes on the plane, or mild hypoxia from the altitude or a combination of these but while flying home today, my new friend Mary popped dreamlike into my mind and stayed there for most of the flight.Writers typically use ‘white space’ to draw the eye to a piece of text surrounded by an expanse of white. An excellent writer, Mary projects an ima...