As the cold brisk air encompasses the baldness on my head like I’m wearing a frozen beanie, I pull out my iPhone, open the Tumblr app, and jot down a few thoughts of what makes my motor rev.
She is a girl I’ve spent the most intimate moments of my life with.
She is an Alpha sub.
She is powerful in the ways all people should be.
Yet she still gifted me the submissive side of her, peering up at me with collar and leash, finding the trust in my eyes and the devotion in my actions.
Crawling across the floor as minx lynx, two steps behind me as I lead you down the corridor to the bedroom, palms and knees pressed into the hardwood floors. You look so unbelievably attractive as I guide your naked body to the bed.
My heart pounds. I see the release of your dominion over this world as I strap you down, spread eagle just waiting for Daddy to have his way with you.
This is the gift of your submission.
The complete trust and commitment you place in my hands. You are mine we both know it at this moment, yet there is no other place, physically or mentally where you’d rather be right now.
I honor you, as I take your body and make it crawl inside out, flooding you with more orgasms than you had in all of your 20’s. Tears of joy soak into the blindfold impeding your view of what is happening, as I know your mind must be racing to have to lose all other senses and entirely reside in the feel.
I fuck you.
I fuck you so well that the orgasms never stop. Every hole is mine and I take it.
I own you.
The whole time you give me you.
You are obedient every step of the way.
Powerful, in your gift of giving.