This is what I am.
A pervert, undiluted, unabashed and unashamed.
It is what it is.
I realised this yesterday, as I attemtped to refill Purrrrvert’s drinking glass.
The difficulties were that my wrists were cuffed to my ankles. He, of course, regarded the whole scene with an amused smirk on his face, and accepted the drink as his rightful due, before rolling me back on the bed and having his wicked way with me again.
(Oh, poor, poor me.)
I accept who I am, what I am.
I’ve never felt so alive, or so free. Even when restrained; perhaps especially.