Submission
My dear Emily,
You asked me to write about my relationship with Edward. You detected when we were together that ours is a very unique coupling. I know that it intrigues you, for you share with me that quality that I have learned to express. You guessed it yourself, submission.
To tell you of this I must be quite frank, and perhaps surprise you; though as I describe my curious marriage, I have the odd feeling that it will be something you will one day share with your David. I have sensed for sometime that the two of you are also marked for this kind of life together.
As I write now, I’m sitting in the upstairs bedroom, waiting. My mind is churning, my heart pounds, my thighs and stomach quiver. Most of my bottom feels as if it is burning, though Edward has not laid a han
