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demistress -> RE: Loving acts (10/31/2006 6:34:54 AM)
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In recent memory..... I was interviewing a new local young sub-male. Good kid (19), with tranny leanings. Anyway, it was the first time we met, we were spending time at my house, talking getting to know each other, doing a little training. Anyway, about 2-3 hours in, I got the call that my mother had fallen to her death during a sierra peak bag. I was broken up bad. I cried, sobbed, screamed, whimpered, etc. He just sat there and held me, poor kid was so uncomfortable, barely knew me, and he just held me. The comfort he provided me was a great act of love, and not for someone he loved, but for a pretty much random stranger, that's so pure and beautiful. Turns out we were not meant to be in a D/s relationship, which is fine, but we have become great friends. Between that, and the time he told a friend of mine "How can anyone not love Heather?" after he saw my ex's new girlfriend treat me like shit for no reason.
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