Twenty-Two
BEING IN LOVE WITH DANTE made me feel insane in some respects; constantly horny for him, needing him inside me. I wrestled with constant thoughts of him, such as his mouth or hands touching me, my daydreams producing hot flushed cheeks at some inappropriate moments while at the p***y Palace. Sometimes as I lay on a sun lounger in the orangery, with no privacy to bring myself to orgasm, I decided life was cruel to have given me that man – then taken him away. Being promised to him had given me a sense of entitlement. His ownership of me was empowering, knowing that someone would always want to f**k me, take care of me… hold me. I was a long way from the girl he met years before, but I was still vulnerable because I was so in love with my Dante. I didn’t think anyone else on eart
