I am rather hungry for all that Maxearnest has for me. Truth is, when I'm with him, I just want more. If I have an orgasm, in 20 minutes, I want another one. Hypothetical, he didn't approve of me being greedy, but he seems happy with the way that I express my hunger and neediness, and when it borders on greediness, he is indulgent. (I don't ever tell him what to do, but I do sometimes tell him what I'd like, if it were up to me, and I give him lots of looks that probably tell him what I want in no uncertain terms. But he, unlike the ex, lets me look at him any way I want--in fact, he encourages it.)
Here's the thing, though. I was headed from job to the gym thinking "I'm Maxearnest's slave" and I realized, yes, but with him, I still get to be Constance. He isn't greedy. As long as Connie is his obedient girl, Constance gets to run free. I feel very lucky.
Now, if we could only work on shrinking the Atlantic.
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