As I write tonight’s post, my mind is in an unusual place, knowing the reality that only you and I currently know. Somehow, I am still able to recapture the passion that has become our home, all from the bird’s eye view.
This orchestra of love, dominance, and submission has brought us into a place we did not know could possibly even exist. This is so much deeper than some D/s porn blog nonsense and it really almost feels like I am cheapening our bond by expressing it here.
But you have changed me, my love.
With you, I now ask the questions: how can intimacy be so powerful? How can friendship be so naked? How come it took us this long in life to figure it out? How come we cannot have it every day? How come? Why?
The times I have heard you cry or laugh or recommend a book or complain about something in the world or just be you – I think all those moments if I could quantify and sum them up – those are when I fell in love with you.
The long days and nights on the phone. The struggles we fought through to make sure, that no matter what, that we’d hang on. That we would persist, through it all, and we’d find a way. That we had so many hurdles yet nothing would stand in between us.
I reflect on the total emotional submission and vulnerability you shared with me. The only woman I truly ever was a Dom for, in all the ways you can be. I honored you through it all and I love you unconditionally. It is my natural state to lead you; it is your natural state to submit to me.
So many moments between us.
The times I laid you down on the bed. When I kissed you and you melted into me. As I made sure your body was tended to properly and you came for me, time and time again. We shared something special with each orgasm. With each time I came inside you, I meant it, in the most committed and primal way.
With each moment I entered you, I marked you on the inside.
You became mine, forever. You always will be; I will always be yours.
They were just more moments where two souls were connecting between people who were clearly meant for each other. Who clearly will not be complete until that union is made again.
I don’t really know what else to say anymore, other than, I love you.
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