Proud And Proud And Thinking...
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Lots of boys. Lots of toys. Lots of pets and playmates and fuckbuddies. Lots of people.

Owned?

Treasured?

Desired?

Wanted?

Needed?

Mine?

That last one, that's what shortens the list so drastically. Mine.

I can't begin to express how much meaning and emotion and bliss and fear is tied up in that one word, for me. I can't put it into words, no matter how much I try there is always more, always deeper emotion, always different outlooks, always something I can't quite say.

The ones who are mine... I don't have to explain it. They know what it means, or they wouldn't be mine. I don't take anyone who doesn't understand how serious I am, how much it means to me.

I don't take anyone that I can't trust... and I trust anyone I take... it's that simple for me, it really is.

...and I am now wondering how Arrasto will react to this latest challenge. *grins*

You see, I trust them, I love them, I own them... but that certainly doesn't stop me from constantly testing, constantly pushing them to improve, to grow, to develop and learn. Every now and then I push a bit roughly. *sheepish grin*

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