My last submissive was long distance.
Our alternative for ‘I miss you’, which we said with increasing frequency and heart-aching sadness as time went on, was a whispered “When are you coming home?”
“When are you coming home?”
“Soon, baby, I’ll be home soon.”
I can’t quite remember if it came from this song which I adore, and which I had never heard before he sent it to me.
But today I listened to this and smiled. It reminded me of him, but it’s not for him any more. It’s for the beautiful submissive man I haven’t found yet.
“I’ve been alone far too long
When are you coming home, my love?”