Sometimes I envy you.
Sure, I get my own place to visit, but mental residency is one decorated with alertness and enthusiasm, focused in on you, always planning my next step and seeing it through with deft precision and care. The rush of adrenaline I get to experience is like no other I am afforded in life when I have you in my grasp, hands around your angelic neck and my cock deep inside you.
After a tidal wave of orgasms has become of you with my spankings now marking your feminine elegance, I know that your endorphins have made an exodus from you and that you are in surreal heaven right now.
You are in your precious subspace now.
I take you there and but only you get to know this feeling. Since I am not a switch, so I never will know this, but I will always wonder. I know my happiest place is taking you there, deep inside you, feeling your insides with my thickness, gripping you with pure intensity yet recognizing your fragility, but still, it doesn’t change the fact that I envy you.
I don’t envy your drop, but I find comfort in holding your head to my chest, petting you as you lay naked over me, and just proving once again that I am the man you hoped I was.
Let me give you aftercare, now and every moment I can weeks from now. Every time you need for me, you know I am here.
So go there, Kitten. And drop later. Because you got yourself one of the good ones, Babygirl.
And I define myself through being your Wolf.
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