There’s something exquisite about knowing that a man is mine. Mine to touch, to tease, to deny, to love. Controlling his desire, his thoughts, his body, his urgency to surrender. Whenever I wish just one look sends him to his knees. Mmm.. so exquisite. Once he’s on his knees, desperate, pleading, knowing he will give me anything, do anything, be anything that I want.
Loving that he trusts me not to abuse all that.
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Wow! Wow! Wow! In a minute or two my heart rate might return to normal.
Will
Seven short sentences have never made a stronger impact on me.
That picture is so perfect as a visual for those thoughts. The last sentence is really the key, isn’t it? Without trust, it’s people filling roles, but never completely letting go in a way that makes it as special as you describe.
Lady Julia,
It is all about Love and Trust.
Everything subsequent, well, it’s just even more beautiful, the sweet softness.
respectfully,
willie
I’m on the same brain wave here… as usual, I am so glad I stopped by before heading for the pillow. Thanks for the sweet dreams!
Dear Lady,
What you say turns me on. I would love to be the one who falls to his knees before the woman commanding.
I also see myself taking charge. Not dominanting as such, but a loving steering of our passion and concentrating on my lady to the point where she thinks or says, “Oh hell, I may as well enjoy this. Let him think he is in charge… for a while.”