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So Saturday night I discovered that I have an ego. a rather large one.
I dont want to be so...perverse, and take such a pride in the things that I do that I -know- makes him feel good, but I do. I guess it's beacuse I can look at him and care about him so much, and do things that I know will make him happy.
That brings me pleasure.
And yes. I am rather....addicted.
I like it. a lot. more than I should. but I dont care. I enjoy the feelings I get, and knowing that he's feeling good. that's what gets me. the fact that I can make him happy. and I get a twisted little nerve of pleasure run through my gut every time.
I dont want to be so...perverse, and take such a pride in the things that I do that I -know- makes him feel good, but I do. I guess it's beacuse I can look at him and care about him so much, and do things that I know will make him happy.
That brings me pleasure.
And yes. I am rather....addicted.
I like it. a lot. more than I should. but I dont care. I enjoy the feelings I get, and knowing that he's feeling good. that's what gets me. the fact that I can make him happy. and I get a twisted little nerve of pleasure run through my gut every time.
