While she needs the rough expression of domination, to be manhandled and taken just the way he wills it, what she craves even more is this: his gentle touch.
The touch of adoration, safety and guidance. The touch that soothes her soul and makes her melt. She just lets go and succumbs to it, burying herself in his rough hand, because she knows she is cared for, and understood. She can be vulnerable and laid bare, because she knows that his touch will make her feel like home.
To him, she is nothing short of perfection. His cherish good girl. His most prized possession. His object of infatuation. His fucktoy.
This kind of touch is addicting, and she's already on her knees begging to get her much needed dose.
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She kicks ass all day long. She juggles work, and her own side business, kids, running things like a boss, being amazing. The world sees her as a go-getter, determined and indomitable. I see all this too.
And I see something else. Something more.
I see her need me to be her strength, her rock, her comfort. I’m here to take her worries and cares away, and let her just BE. I’m the one who makes everything better, as soon as she lays her head on my chest and I wrap my arms around her. That’s my job, and I am thrilled to do it.
Come here, I got you.
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