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I am looking for a real life, full time relationship. A real person who enjoys the same kinks I do.
I see her across the room. Our eyes meet for a second that stretches on and on. She looks away shyly, a grin flitting across her face.
From that one glance, I know she is the one. Her poise, her grace, are obvious to everyone. But I see her deeper need. The need to be controlled. To submit. In that one moment we understand each other.
The party continues, she with her friends, I with mine. Our paths dont cross, but there is a connection. When I look across the room again, I see her looking at me. The connection is stronger, the smile more evident.
The evening is drawing to a close. I walk towards her. She is speaking with a friend, but when she sees me, she stops mid-sentence and comes towards me. We approach, and she looks down, unable to make eye contact. I gently grasp the back of her head and turn her face towards me. We look into each others eyes, and she sighs. I feel the tension she didnt know was there leave her body as I fold her into my arms. She is home.
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