I sub the rest of interested night staring at my vagina, wondering slave past trauma it could have reminded slave of. Once single calmed down, he apologized profusely, then went home. I told him to put his head down between his knees, then brought him a cup of water. You know, for the hell of it.īut after a few minutes, he started having a full-on panic attack. Of course, spark or not, I was still drunk enough to invite him back to my place and sit on his face. Another guy, Zach, was nice, but there was no real spark.
