It was like walking by a perfumed woman.

One minute it was there: real, wonderful, delicious in its lingering scent. Like a garden around the corner in full bloom.

And then, as if swept away on a breeze, it was long past me and the space between us convinced him he was wrong: it was nothing to pursue or look forward to with me.

He had decided he would cancel our date tonight and any further engagements.

The Magical Sub was not so magical after all.

And I was right.

I choked on tears in the car when I got the first warning text at 12:30 expressing his reservations. I was headed to the grocery store to buy supplies. I sat in the parking lot instead and replied, calmly and warmly. Four hours later he finally confirmed he’d had a change of heart.

No matter, really.

I’d driven straight home and crawled under my covers in my workout clothes and cried off and on into my pink velvet pillow shams for the rest of the afternoon.

The house was a mess and there was no food. I’d gone to no trouble. Fuck him. Fuck it.

I didn’t respond to his last text apologizing and saying he felt like an asshole. Well, yeah. You should. Not going to argue with you; I’m going to walk away with my head held high, tyvm.

Prior to this afternoon he’d excitedly asked me about my rope skills and sent drooling emojis about seeing me again. There were lots of warm smiles and exclamations from him.

I guess the bright cold winter air sobered him up.

I can’t quite understand why I even keep trying, to be honest. Such a waste of my everything.


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11 thoughts on “It was like walking by a perfumed woman.
  1. Oh, Hy. ? That’s so disappointing! I had a similar experience last month with someone who seemed so right on every way…and then he suddenly changed his mind after a magical first date. It still guts me to think about it.

    Thinking of you.

  2. The guy probably had someone he was lieing too. I have been there and not as long ago I wished it was. Actually, I didn’t come right out and lie. No one ask me about what was going on with me. I rationalized. I was saved from making a decision that would have been bad no matter what it was. Distance (and Donald Trump) made is easy to live without what I knew I should live without anyway.


    Perhaps you should consider that every ‘nyet’ isn’t a rejection, but perhaps a deliverance placed into the road by your Fairy Domme Mother.


  3. 2019 should really be your year. You deserve it more than most. As us Aussies say you’re a cracking shiela and you really deserve to be happy. It’s a shame our countries are so far apart.

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