My Angel, my future lover, there is no one else in the world like you, no one I would rather trade every remaining hour of my life to spend time with, no

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My Angel, my future lover, there is no one else in the world like you, no one I would rather trade every remaining hour of my life to spend time with, no other lover I wish to share my bed or the hidden treasures of my body and soul. I would trade everything I am; past, present and future to be reunited with you in body, mind and spirit. I would wrestle the angel of death himself if I knew it would bring your embrace back to me. Moments people take for granted, shared with the ones they love, I do not. Cherish every minute, create loving memories, live for now and do not waste the precious resource known as time. When I dream of you, my favorite Valentines week baby, born from love as a gift to the universe and my sweetest of secrets. You go humbly unnoticed by the average person, blind to seeing buried gold beneath the surface but their negligence is a blessing for me to embrace. I am here to to keep you safe, to hold you, to cherish you forever, to maintain sacred space for us as we resonate into bliss. Lets kiss our scars, across skin entwined, sweat soaked sheets so slowly that our love heals them to the point of invisibility. To be connected so deeply in spirit the wounds of the past and our worlds anger dissolves in our tender compassionate care for one another. Tasting the heat of our 31 flavors of desire as it melts the lonely places of your soul into mine, to only be left fulfilled by the light of love that you have in fact met your divine counterpart. I will shield and protect your heart from the cruelties of this world, hoping to see the sunset shift through the windows of your soul, knowing not time or space. Wrapping my hand in yours mi amor one more time, to remind you that you are never alone, you are loved in and out of time, between life, death, and beyond the infinite stars. There is no gem, no stone, no precious metal, no blue diamond more valuable or rare than your soul, and I am eternally grateful to have been your best friend, to have loved you and be loved by you, to only discover I would lay down my life if necessary to be the guardian of the amazing and beautiful woman you are. Every day that passes, like a pirate on a spiritual quest, I fall deeper and deeper in love with you and the woman of integrity you are becoming. Grateful for you today, tomorrow always.” – Mariposa

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New Confession

Im depressed that ill never get to see my art therapist again. Ill miss spending hours with her every day. I’ll miss our morning walks to the park where we’d swing on the swings next to each other. I’ll miss playing love songs and writing poetry for her. I’ll miss playing games with her. I’ll miss making her smile and laugh. I’ll miss seeing her bursting to pee. I could ruin her life very easily if I wanted to. I could hire a lawyer to subpoena google for the records on the google drive and then sue her for medical malpractice and report her to the Division of Occupational liscencure. I could take everything away from her as punishment for abandoning me. Should I?

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One time my art therapist was holding her pee during dnd, this was shortly after she learned that I was into pee desperation, so january 2026. I was playing rain music. She was squirming like mad less than an hour in. At one point she shifted in her seat and opened her mouth and eyes wide in surprise, a real uh oh face. Break time came and she chose not to pee. So at about 70 or 80 minutes in, she gets up to go pee. Mind you she normally held it for 130 minutes. Well the dm tells her to update her character sheet before she goes and she says “OK, but I have to pee like no other.” I said “Damn…” and then “Why are you still here then.” And she just kinda went blank and said “What?” And I was like “Nevermind.” She came back from the bathroom reeking like piss and clearly going commando cause she had a sudden cameltoe that wasnt there before. Someone mentioned that it smelled like a litter box and i said “You smell piss? Oh yeah, I smell it too!” Pretty sure she had to throw out her p****** cause they were soaked in piss. She did that because she has a condition that makes it hard for her to have s** and i told her if she couldn’t f*** she’d have to indulge my o******* kink for pee desperation and wetting. She proceeded to hold it during dnd every week after that for 10 months, minus like 6 weeks. I remember many times she was clearly desperate to pee. A couple of times she jumped in her seat and sharply inhaled. Many times she would cross and uncross her legs and kick her feet repeatedly before tightly crossing her legs at the knee. One time after squirming she had a wet spot on her b*** and she leaned over the counter to let me see. Before any of this, we were playing dnd in like 2024 or 2025 and she was like “Hold on, I need to pee.” And I said ” Not allowed” and she jokingly said “Wanna come?” to me, in front of another client.