are you tired? come baby, rest on my chest. i'll caress your hair while you sleep
“Pressed Intimacy” (Contemporary) by Petra Collins ꩜ A hand’s pressure transforms sheer fabric into a second skin.
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.
Remember that you must allow people to love you, to be kind to you, to help you. Not everyone is going to be toxic for you, some people just genuinely want to be a part of your life, but you to feel all this love coming your way, you have to believe you deserve it. Let people love you. Let them look out for you, care for you, don't push them away. Let them stay.
I don't need therapy I just need to be saved by an older wealthy woman with an I-could-fix-her complex who is inexplicably obsessed with me specifically
I wish I had a girl who didn’t match my freak, who was maybe even repulsed by my freak. A girl who was completely vanilla and would look at me with disgust whenever I told her about my fantasies. I want to feel her tense up under my touch and constantly avoid eye contact. It would be so fun to get under her skin with the littlest of comments for her to overthink when she’s alone.
You are allowed to grieve for what you lost when you went through trauma. You are allowed to mourn. You are allowed to be angry. You are allowed to feel.
submission really doesn't mean anything to me if it's not earned. true submission is built on trust and feeling safe and appreciated. that's what makes it so meaningful, and you have to know me in order to submit to me. I want to know that you're submitting to me specifically, because of the way i make you feel and who I am. Telling me that I'm perfect and that you'd do anything for me right off the bat means absolutely nothing. those are empty statements because you literally do not know me!! It's not special if you're just trying to submit to whoever will allow it.