Thread: Just Correct: Me, plain and simple

Today was my rebirthday. I had dinner with my fiancee and with a friend and her husband. Actually... and old flame and her husband.. so to speak. ... in fact... she was She Who Enlightened Me. The name she had for the longest time was Raven, and we met when I was 18 and she was 30. I bought her a drink the first time we met at a bar, and she came over. There is a story, but the part for now happened today. I was listening to a local radio station, and the DJ came on and stated that he had a dedication to David from Raven, that the Phoenix always will fly in both our worlds. The song was and is Meatloaf's Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad. For most of the first nine months, she was Milady and I was the submissive, till the script was flipped three weeks of the last month. She was the first woman I had ever raped, and she pushed me, causing me to break the barrier of my naive blindness to myself. She did so in ways we never agreed on... and I walked out that night. It was different.. new... uncharted. I refused to take her calls that week from Sunday to Thursday because we were not the same then. I was angry, feeling betrayed and used to a point, but also feeling a bit played. She never told me that she was a Switch, rather she let me believe she was a Mistress. That Friday afternoon it was raining, and she was there at the apartment I was staying at. She was wet, soaked.. she had been crying and still was. She didn't say anything, but her eyes said so much. We stood there, under the roofing over the set of stairs going up the other floors, and she was crying. I want to hear you say it. It was all I said, and I knew she knew what I wanted to hear. Then she told me, about all the times she wanted it like that, how no one had wanted to.. how too many men bought into how all women bought into all the talk show crap from people like Oprah and that she didn't want it.. that she needed time where she wasn't in control.. that she didn't want it all the time. That she didn't care what the others of her boys thought. You're the one... I need that.. I need.. need you to be.... Wet with her hair soaked and the blouse and skirt drenched, showing she had nothing on under them... I took control. I didn't ask her what she wanted, because I told her what she was getting for the next nine months. It was an all the way.. total power exchange. I raped her in her office, at a movie theater, kidnapped her and took her out to a cabin by a private lake and spent a four day weekend taking her to the depths of what she needed... and that was the first month. Nine months later, we had to say goodbye. There was a lot that just made it ... not forever. She almost didn't go, and I had to make her get on the plane. By the time I saw her again physically three years later, she had her man, the one she needed to be her husband. But there was still much there, and we still have it. Dancing with her after dinner tonight... one dance, as always. This time I got to bring my girl, and she got to meet her. She was not jealous, as she saw what was always there and what always should be there. My fiancee and I danced a bit, as Raven and her husband did , till they played our song. We danced, and no one else wanted to be on the floor. It happens every time she is able to come back, and everyone just watched. It wasn't fancy.. it wasn't dirty. It just was. It was what it was. And it has to be our song. Two out of three ain't bad.... but it wasn't enough. We do love each other... my Raven and I... but not that way. She's coming to the wedding, because she needs to be there just like I had to be at hers. I'm not going to be sad.....