Someone To Watch Over Me

This is such a beautiful thread, Honey. I think the concept applies in any kind of relationship, for people who are fulfilling their roles as they've worked them out between them. I wish I could contribute from my own experience, but I'm still hopeful that someday I'll know this feeling. :rose:
 
This is such a beautiful thread, Honey. I think the concept applies in any kind of relationship, for people who are fulfilling their roles as they've worked them out between them. I wish I could contribute from my own experience, but I'm still hopeful that someday I'll know this feeling. :rose:

Thank you, Jenny. :):)

I got it started, but it has been CB who has done all of the work. She deserves at least as much credit as I do.:rose:

I am still looking forward to meeting my best match, too. Threads like this give me hope, inspiration, and connect me with those who share my interests. I don't feel quiet so lonely, knowing there are lots of us waiting, together. :heart:
 
I want him here, with me.
I want him to crave me like he once did.
I want him to reach for me in his sleep because he needs me even then.

I want to feel his hands on me in the secret light of the pre-dawn.
I want to feel the bed shift and my pulse race as he comes to claim what is his.
I want to feel him whisper my name across my skin, a thousand tiny lightning bolts washing over me.

I want to inhale his warm breath as he presses down upon me, parting lips with tongue and cock.
I want to savor him with my fingertips as he moves inside of me, running them through his hair,
smoothing his brow, tracing the curves and angles of nose and ears and jawline,
brushing against the rough surface of cheeks, chin and neck, exploring the wet velvet of his mouth.

I want to circle his nipples with my thumbs and pinch them until he drops his head against mine, groaning softly in my ear.
I want to run my hands down his back, curling my legs around his, pulling him deeper with hands on butt, greedy and insistent.
I want to lick his collarbone and the base of his throat,
sinking my teeth into his shoulder to stifle my cries as he brings me to the edge and I thunder over it.

I want to feel his hand on my throat, hips pounding against me, eyes locked on mine, the intensity of his purpose setting my soul on fire.
I want to whisper encouragement to him. Sexy, strangled words that make his eyes glaze and his body tense.
I want to breathe with him through the rush of his release, riding it with him, holding him tight until he surrenders, victorious, against me.

I want to lie in his embrace, damp and heaving, his face in my hands, and tell him things with eyes and lips that only lovers can hear.
I want to fall asleep engulfed by him, his voice in my ear, his passion in my body, his name in my heart.


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Master, Daddy, Sir or Darling-- whatever we call the ones to whom we belong, they are our protector and defender, and they make us feel tended and cherished.

What are the little things your Dominant does to create a nurturing environment in which you can thrive? What are the symbols of his care and protection? Of your belonging and blossoming under his watchful eye?

I like locks and keys, umbrellas in the rain, blueberry pancakes on a Sunday morning. A gift with my tastes in mind, leisurely walks hand-in-hand, a safe place to rest at the end of the day.

Is there a song he once softly sang as you lay your head on his chest? (yes :eek:) A poem, or movie quote, or line from a book that perfectly illustrates the protective aspect of the bond between you?

Art, music, thoughts... there's room for it all, here. :)

There are too many little things to put here...But they include dropping everything to calm me down when I start to panic, staying quiet while I collect my thoughts, watching over me as I sleep, leaving me little notes places for me to find...Letting me snuddle into him on bad days and also letting me wipe my tears on his shirt...

He lets me be me...I can tease him, try and push his buttons, helps me shine and grow and be the best me possible...He lets me fly...

Bruno Marrs..."Just The Way You Are"
 
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