Little kisses.
It was a good night last night. I woke up this morning, rolled over and saw S___, this incredible man. I flashed back to holding his head between my legs last night, pinning his arms down with my knees, roughly playing with his balls and penis, and think of how amazing he is. To give and take orders, to give and take pleasure in so many ways. I feel sentimental this morning after getting to use him last night. I get up and get dressed and he says “good morning Princess, I love the way your boobs look in that shirt” I lean over and kiss him. “I love the way your hair looks in the sunlight.” Two more kisses on his ear. “I love the way your kisses look on my face.” All in his sleepy voice, all honest, all what is in his head at that very moment.
This is why he is such an amazing lover. S___ says what is in his head, makes it known what he wants, and I am always happy to return the favor.
Small actions, little kisses, plain words, this is why we work, why we can dominate and submit, share and watch, little things put everything into perspective.
