“I’ll be back soon, okay?” he reassured as he stepped back towards the entrance to the tent.“I won’t go anywhere.” She smirked, leaning ba...ck as he nodded, biting his lip before leaving.She admired him in many ways, since he had joined her as her squire she had enjoyed his skill, intelligence and loyalty, which she never would’ve assumed was as strong as he had proven today. As he left her, weighed down by exhaustion and her armour she saw him in a new light, one she’d never imagined she would.. " "Say that I own you, girl." "I am the property of you, my new master." I grinned. "Now, Jamie, offer me your breasts." Not wanting to get smacked again, she cupped her tits and thrust themout at me, turning her face away from me in shame. "No, look at me, slave." She did at the threatening tone in my voice. I loved hearing her wristchains clank together as she did this, emphasizing her utter capivity andhelpless to both of us. Tears filled her eyes again when I took her. I felt so damn satisfied and relieved.Me: Oh man, that was the best sexting I ever had.Sherina: (Smiley)Me: So, where are you from?Sherina: I’m from Sikkim, but I study here in X college.Me: That’s great. I study at Z.Sherina: That’s close by.Me: Yes. Wanna grab a beer at an xxx cafe on Friday night?Sherina: Sure. I prefer dancing though.We decided on a club to go out on the following day. And I knew I was gonna get laid that night. I cleaned out my apartment. Told my flatmates to fuck off for. I met Alison when we were both freshmen at Emerson College. For a long time, we were inseparable. The Haitian athlete and his African-American poet girlfriend. I loved Alison and we got married right after graduation. For a long time, we were happy. One big happy family living in the city of Brockton. I worked as a corrections officer and Alison was a public school teacher. Then one day I discovered something about myself which I’d been denying for years. I was bisexual. I didn’t want to admit.