The Door

I crave the door.

I need it ... I gotta have it. No matter what, it has the same heat everytime. All just builds to that door opening. The door always opens the same. Like there's nobody there. It's because she's dressed. She doesn't want the neighbors to see. I know she's behind that door when it opens. I know she opens it ... but everytime, every single time, it just seems so magical. The door opening by itself - behind it - heaven.

Behind the door is my domme. She takes me away. She lets me be who I am to my core. The door opens. She's behind the door dressed in black with a hint of a smile.

I crave the door.