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When She Crawls When She Crawls I sit on the edge of the bed, still in my work clothes, worn and a little stressed from a long day. I don’t want to be awake another moment, would be content to pass out fully clothed. I think about skipping our bedtime ritual, just this once. Then she lowers herself to the floor, on all fours. She stares into my eyes, a hungry grin on her lips. She crawls to me. I love the way she moves, unhurried despite the obvious desire on her face. Her motion is feline, casually sensual. But she isn’t coming to me for sex. Her need is deeper and more significant than physical gratification. When she reaches me, she sits back on her legs and proceeds to remove my boots, my socks. She smiles at me, then prostrates before me, her forehead touching the floor at my feet. She stays there a few moments, and I know that she is praying. “May I always be the woman He needs. May I have the discipline and strength to serve Him in all ways. He is my everything. I belong to Him.” She kisses my right foot, then the left. Her lips are soft on my skin. She then rises to her knees and shimmies to me, wraps her arms around my middle, and rests her head on my stomach. I embrace her, happy I didn’t forego this ritual. The sweetness of her submission and the energy of her love warm and comfort me, and remind me of who I truly am. “Who do you belong to, Babygirl?” I say. “I belong to you, Daddy.” We hold each other for several long moments, our lips silent as our hearts converse. Then I stand and tousle her hair. She giggles unbuckles my belt, and tugs off my jeans stands and removes my shirt. She undresses while in climb into bed, then she joins me. We spoon, my arms around her, holding her to me like the treasured possession she is. As I drift off to sleep, I am filled with contentment. She belongs to me, and I to her. We are each enslaved to the other. And the chains that bind us are golden and so fair. definingthedarknes~  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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it's often just the simple rituals that make everything else worthwhile.
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Very lovely, indeed. Now get your fine ass over to my blog and have a good laugh on me.  “Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.”
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a symbiotic relationship at it's finest...
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" We are each enslaved to the other" So Lovely. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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