Sasha Heer
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Love, relationships, erotica.
Poetry and passionate true stories I was privileged to hear.
Stories (2/0)
Keep writing, my dear
Her Seated in the chair I try to maintain my calmness. Still can’t believe she accepted my invitation! It is a long way from Vancouver to Dubai, and she agreed. All those years of messages exchanged through social media, desires shared of what I want to do to her… she is the only one I have ever trusted with my most unconventional imaginations, my wants. I could have never opened up to anyone else like that without the fear of facing judgment and ridicule. Not even my wife. I didn’t even know this until most recently myself, when she asked me in one of our messages, “why me?” It caught me off guard, I couldn’t answer right away so I pardoned myself: “can I get back to you on this, I want to articulate my answer properly before I blurb something insensitive?” As expected, she was very understanding and I took entire weekend to gather my thoughts. I messaged her on Monday morning, “In answer to your question. You feel like a safe space for me. From day one it has felt to me like our frequencies are aligned. I can't think of a better way to articulate that. You've seen into me in a way that does not often happen, especially with someone you've never been in the physical presence of.” That was my epiphany, I trust her, even though I’ve never met her.
By Sasha Heer 2 years ago in Filthy
