Heart

“I’m sorry to tell you my love...”

Added 2020-09-10 02:43:19 +0000 UTC

“Do you miss kinky sex?” She asks.

“What do you mean? We have kinky sex.” I reply.

And thus begins an exchange of ideas about what the fuck those words even mean.

“You give me all of the things I want out of a kinky exchange,” I explained. “You’re toppy as fuck. You take what you want, you’re good at being in charge, you make me feel little, and like I’m in good hands. You’re rough with me in a loving way, because you wanna give me what I want, but also because you know I can take it. You push me a little. You spoil me a lot. I’m getting all the things I want when we’re in bed together.”

I know it’s something she worries about, and I never know how to explain... pampering me and coddling me and then fucking my face is pretty much my biggest kink, and that’s what we do!

I break it to her gently, “I’m sorry to tell you my love, but you’re kinky as fuck.”

(This picture was taken this morning in her bed while she let the dog out and made me tea. This conversation happened this afternoon in her bed, kissing while we were talking about our ex’s. This post was written tonight, in her bed, typed with one hand in the dark because she fell asleep on my other arm and I don’t want to wake her.)