Venita
The first night that I spent in Eric’s room with him was amazing. I slept better than ever, even with my head ending up in an odd position that left my neck a little stiff. When I was putting all of my things where they went, I noticed some oddities about his room. He loved red and black and there were anchors in certain furniture in various places. Then I saw the silk rope and the ball gag while I sat on the bed watching TV. He was into BD$M, but how many she-wolves has he practiced that type of thing on?
I felt my jealousy boil up from nowhere and I had to suppress it. He hadn’t done anything wrong the whole time I have been here. He spent all of his time with me and made sure to connect with me. No other she-wolf mattered and if he screwed up, I could always reject him, even af
