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.
Girl, if that man doesnโt know the sidewalk rule, run.
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I want to be someone's everything. I want fire and passion, and love that's returned, equally. I want to be someone's heart... Even if it means breaking my own.
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Craves enough to take me
Strong enough to force me
Depth to understand me
Wise and worldly enough to guide me
Confident in me
Unpredictable enough to frighten and excite me
Gentleman enough to keep me safe
Assured enough to control me
Stern enough to discipline me
Caring enough to comfort me
Learn the difference if you truly want to feel true connection. ๐