Bedroom Closet

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.

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