Sunday, October 16, 2011

This Man


He tells me to hush when I interrupt him, reminding me that he is not finished talking. He can twist a few strands of hair around his fingers and I'm instantly ready for whatever he wants. He makes me a spitfire at times and I give him attitude, sarcasm and my mouth just spews forth so many words without even thinking. He laughs at me and forgives me. He takes me serious and reminds me. He brings out every mood swing in me that I could possibly have and he deals with each one separately, sometimes with a gentle word and other times with a firm tone.
I can see him just walking around and my body stirs with physical desire. Butterflies take over my stomach and flutter up and down. Hearing his voice gets me flustered and no matter what he says, for at least a passing second I think of naughty things. I think of all the deliciously bad things I want him to do to me. I think of all the sweet ways I want to treat him. I'm a muddled up, puddled up mess when he walks near me.
He treats me like a slut. My panties are already wet before he even grabs my pussy. He is perfectly fine with gagging me. He asks what I want and need, sometimes he gives it and other times he teases me, stringing me along for some indefinite amount of time. And he kisses me like he means it. He cuddles me close and holds me.
I get stubborn and I tell him no only to end up doing just what he asked of me. While I fight what he is doing to me, there is no doubt I'm totally giving in. He is protective and nurturing, caring and kind, demanding and giving. He brings me peace and when he places his hand on my cheek demanding that I listen to him and trust in him, I believe him. I believe in him.
He shares with me, all his thoughts and desires, his deepest secrets. I get insecure and he reassures me. He laughs at me and grins in wonder, shaking his head. He checks on me, cares for me and has great concern for my happiness and well being.

I could ramble on and on about this man. I hope he realizes what he has and what we can be. I'm trying hard to overcome obstacles and hope that the time promised doesn't lead to heartache. Placing myself in his hands leaves me very vulnerable.  But sometimes in life you just have to take a chance.

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