last night i heard from the dream boy from the time i got locked in a boys bedroom for 5 days. when i woke up i thought it was a perfect dream. i was ready for reality to kick in and to realise it was only a dream, but i realised he had infact messaged me on facebook last night. after 3 years. it might all start again.
you’re going to do what i tell you again.
you’re going to send me your address and your number along with your bra, cup, waist and hip size. if you’re a good little girl you’ll be getting a visit from me soon. you’ll be over my lap, in a pretty little dress that’s been bought just for you. you’re going to do what i say and you’re going to be my little girl.
im going to do exactly what i am told.
