It feels so good not having to sneak around anymore. Not having to hide the fact we’re committing the gravest of sins. But… I miss them. And it’s not like we can even go out in broad daylight is it, really? Not with our actual identities anyway… not with you as my darling boy and me as your… well, yknow.
You sense my hesitation and decide to push me. There’s a window. Open it. I do as you say because I can never say no to you… but… god. Feeling you eating my cunt feels amazing but I just can’t bring myself to say WHO you are… WHAT you are to me. Not here. Not where everyone thinks it’s so taboo.
But then it clicks… maybe we don’t have to stay here. Maybe we can go away. Maybe we can go somewhere where we can be who we are, without having to hide…
