Short Story: Mine

Male's Point of View

Embracing you in my arms ignites a fire inside my very soul. A burning wave that takes over my nerves and is felt all the way to my finger tips. A giddy sort of feeling that kick starts my passions.

​A feeling that extends past my mortal flesh and reaches deep inside you.
I know you can sense it... This feeling I have when you are in my arms.
You feel it on your skin... In your veins... In your bones...
You are Mine.
With a capital M.
I own every little inch of you from your pink colored toes to all the thoughts you experience. I own the clothes you wear and the house you live in.

I own it all.

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I’ve had the pleasure of seducing you and explored your every desire. You’ve told me all of your worries. I’ve laid bare all of your faults and all of your quirks. I’ve seen every flaw you think you hide. I’ve experienced it all.
Because of it all, I’ve decided to take you.
Claim you.
Because I’ve decided you are worthy.
I’ve taken you in and cared for you. I’ve guided and protected you. I’ve destroyed your flimsy self-image and created a new one. I’ve built you up from the ashes of your pre-conceptions by only keeping your deep desires. Your deep self.
Your true self.
I’ve taken as much as you could give. Which was everything.
As I embrace you in my arms and feel your soft skin yield to my touch, I know you feel it just as keenly as I do.

​You are Mine.