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** CHOICES**
Spring is in the air. It is a little warmer tonight. We sit on the patio with just a blanket wrapped around the both of us. "So now that you have been here for a little while, what do you think. You still have the three options: one stay and live with me, trust me, and work in my photo shoppe, two just leave and do your own thing, three we arrange for social worker help." "For me it is a no brainer. But first I also need to know what you think. Are you offering me a job, a place to live, and a relationship?" "I do not want to coerce you or force you into anything. You are an adult and should make your own choices. If you chose to leave you may take all your clothing, butt plugs, and toys with you. I'll even give you a camera, an older computer, and a working printer. I want to make it easier for you to leave. But that doesn't mean I hope you will. I just want to make sure you don't feel trapped here. I want you to know that it is a viable option."
"Snowflake, I found you by chance or fate. I didn't know what I had found. You just needed my help and I provided what was needed at the time. It's just my nature. Since then I have learned more about you. You are a sensitive, smart, and loveable creature. You are physically beautiful. You are more of a submissive follower than a demanding leader. You do very well as a follower and have a bright future. Shish, let me finish! You will have your turn. I find your playfulness delightful and a pleasurable addition to my otherwise dry life. In that regard you fill a need of mine. I know very little about all the babble about love'. But I am developing a deep feeling and adoration for you. I need you in my life. You fill an, up til now, empty void for me. I will feel a deep loss if you chose to leave. Perhaps that is love. I will get along and live quite well if that is your choice. But I sincerely hope you don't choose that route."
Snowflake sits quiet for some time watching the sunset. "Sir, thank you from the deepest realm of my heart. No one has treated me more graciously and well as you have. I do think it was fate that you found me when I needed you so much. You have shared some part of your wealth with me and were very careful to not hurt my feelings and to be supportive of me. My name is so appropriate. I AM just a snowflake. I am soft, fragile, and ready to melt at any time. My mother was not too smart, but she was wise. She taught me how to survive on little physical sustenance. She taught me how to keep a playful happy mind in the face of limitations. Those things are inexpensive but of great worth. I felt truly lost and broken when she died. I was very vulnerable when you appeared at my side. Even, right at first, sitting there in your car I felt some of my mother in your spirit. You have been so wise and nice to me. I call you `Sir' out of respect not out of fear. You are a strong person that compliments my softness. And, you seem to respect me for exactly what I am and for what I am not. I feel like I fit here, with you, like a hand in a glove. We will always clash as we each provide what the other doesn't have. We will clash not crash! I have known love. I loved my Mother. The love and adoration I have for you is even larger. NO, I don't want to walk through that door." Snowflakes voice quivers and cracks. He throws both of his legs over my lap and grabs me around the chest in a bear hug. "I'm melting! Please tell me I may stay! PLEASE!"
"Snowflake, you weren't listening. Don't melt. PLEASE stay and play with me. We need each other. I will provide success and you will provide fun." Water was running out of my Snowflake, but I don't think he was melting. I felt very warm with a snowflake on my chest.
The cold eventually drove us inside. We went to bed and sleep very soundly in each other's embrace. We didn't play. We didn't have sex. We didn't talk. We just FELT!