Death of a Dominant

So my dear ex (more like ex to the tenth power) has announced that he is getting married next year to a vanilla woman. And while I am so completely happy for him I feel my heart sinking as I see first hand the verbal warnings that have been handed to me over the years. I have been chatting his ear off for hours about the things I saw this weekend and listening to his desires to be the domiant man I once knew him as. The man who would have me kneel and wait for him to come back, the one who enjoyed choking me and pulling my hair. I always knew he would make a wonderful dominant one day. Gawd I hate being wrong.

So now he is telling me of his desire to have one last go at it before he commits to this woman who I know he loves so dearly. I am struggling to keep from asking him to take me one time before he gets married. I have morals of course. I also have desires. Evil wicked desires. He still reminds me of the nights I would cum so hard that I would soak his sheets. Some men should be so lucky.

It kills me to know that a year from now he will be settled in his house with his 2.5 kids, dog and picket fence. A man settling into a vanilla life with a vanilla wife. The thought is scarier than a horror movie. We started in this life together I just hate to see his part in this story end like this.

I have morals.

Right?

To be continued...