Sometimes, I just want the quiet parts. The slow, sweet gratification of aftercare. The chance to touch you without demand, to simply be here, tending to you. Hours where I do nothing but care for you, to bathe you in the dim light of a too-warm shower, kneeling at your feet, kissing each mark, each bruise, each tender place you took so beautifully, so wantonly, so stunningly.
I want to hold you close, feel the tremble of your muscles as I run my hands over your skin, soothing, worshiping, reminding. I want to press my lips to each red streak I left behind, whispering reverence against your flesh, telling you without words how much I cherish every moment you give me.
And when we are done, I will make sure you drink, make sure you eat. Yes, you might fuss, might try to pull away. That happens sometimes. I know that. Sometimes our scenes go too deep, take too much, and the quiet afterward lets shadows creep in. But I won’t let them take you. I will be there, ready. I will battle them one by one, drive them out, keep them from pulling you under.
I will gather you into my arms, tuck you close, press my lips to your temple, then your eyelids, then finally your mouth. That’s how I will hold you, how I will be your shield, your safe place, your certainty. I will make sure you know you can give me anything, any feeling, any word, or nothing at all. If you just need me to be here, I will be here.
I will be whatever you need. Because I worship you. Because I adore you. Because I am just as devoted to you as you are to me.
And with each kiss, each touch, I thank you. Thank you for putting your trust in my hands. Thank you for letting me take you apart, and for trusting me to put you back together. I will never let us leave a scene without solidifying what we are. Without reaffirming this bond.
Because it is sacred.
And so are you.
I’m yearning so bad, I just want to have a person.
I want someone I can cuddle up with when I’m home. I want to be able to hold hands when we’re walking, and hold her bag in my other hand, so she doesn’t have to. I want to get her flowers for no reason, and craft silly things for her. I want to make art inspired by her and show it. I want to cook together with her favourite music playing softly in the background. I want to have dinner together and simply chat about anything. I want to grab her coat and hold it open for her, so she can slide her arms right in. I want to watch the sunset together, and stargaze afterwards. I want someone who takes my hoodies, and to get hers in return. I want to go fetch her favourite drink while she’s busy, because she deserves it. I want to watch her favourite films, so I can admire her as she talks about them excitedly.
I want to do so much for someone, I just need that someone.
I'm a healthy mixture of a sexual freak and a hopeless romantic.
me and who
i can see it on your face. the way your eyebrows furrow but your eyes aren’t glistening with lust or care, they are swirled with guilt, sadness and fear. you’re dropping.
i don’t need to think about myself anymore, im safe. it’s you who needs me. i need your attention. but getting your full attention when your mind is swirling with thoughts is hard. i need your focus on me now. how do i get your attention when your brain is so focused on your brains overwhelming thoughts.. do you prefer your honourifics? mommy? mistress? maam? sir? a sweet name? baby? darling? babe? or just your name.. what can i call to get those beautiful eyes on me? there you are. hi. big breaths. in through your nose, hold for 5 and out your mouth.. good.. nice and slow. focus on your breath and me. nothing else.
do you like being touched hm? let me crawl to sit in front of you, sit on your lap or sit beside you. my hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs rubbing just lightly. fingers twirling through your hair and kissing on your sweet nose. massage your sore muscles. let me pull you against my chest and hug you so tight, scratch your back. take a shower or a bath, let me wash you. i promise to be gentle, and you can wash me after too okay? big breaths again. or would you rather enjoy some comfortable silence? put a movie on? clean up and move onto a new task and discuss later? anything. anything to make you feel more safe, sane and appreciated.
you don’t need to talk, it’s okay. let me talk. let me reassure you this time. you did amazing. thank you for trusting me. you didn’t hurt me more than my limits. everything you did was incredible. i felt safe. i felt cared for. you’re not weak because you dropped. i felt so so so good and you did that, just you. i appreciate the care you took with my submission. i am okay. i trust you. you’re appreciated. you’re loved. you’re safe. im so proud of you. big breaths <3
dumbing down my smart girl with my tongue between her thighs until she can’t even remember her own name
Make her smile before kissing her so you can taste her happiness
i’m a very polite girl, i’ll always say my please’s and thank you’s after getting fucked to the point of exhaustion
"But how did you know I was a sub?" Oh, sweetheart.
I look at you like I want to eat you whole and defile every inch of you, and you look at me with little stars in your eyes. I talk to you like you're a wounded puppy, and you nod along to every word I say. I let my finger trace down your cheek while I give you a proud smile, and you lean into my touch like you'll cry without it.
I just want to keep you in my pocket forever.