she said

"i want to own him, to possess him, to carve my name on his stomach with my tongue, but more than that i want him to want to own me. so i keep him dangling, send subtle and not so subtle signals, sometimes of love, sometimes of indifference, while i laugh crazily inside my head.

but by the time friday comes, im so okay with this. i am an empowered woman after all. no sexy underwear, no thong, just an average tee instead of a strappy top. yeah, im so okay with this".

then...

monday comes.