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Added 2020-02-28 18:19:07 +0000 UTCYou know what makes me happy? Seeing her boots in my front hall. I want to frame this photo, an ode to her strength, her beauty, her nature. She was in my bed when I took it, I love having her close, having her in my space. She has brought so much tenderness to my life.
Sometimes straight girls hit on her thinking she’s a hot boy. I fucking love that her hotness defies gender. That no matter who people fuck they look at her and think “damn”. Her face is so beautiful it makes me want to cry, and I get to see it in all the most unarmed ways. It feels like a gift, her softness.
She calls me her soft girl. “You’re soft too,” I smile. She shakes her head. We’re naked in bed and I’m perched on top of her, straddling her hips. I tease, leaning forward to kiss her. My long hair gets in both of our faces, she doesn’t mind. “You are! You’re a secret softie!” She turns her face away, sour and refuting my claim.
“You are though, look at you,” I kiss the freckles on her cheekbones, gently. “I’m soft for you,” she admits, pulling me closer. “I know,” I smirk a little, and whisper “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” Her eyes widen “YOU ALREADY HAVE!!!!!” She squeezes me tight and I squeal, wriggling to get free from her grip as we both laugh about how I’ll post all of this on the internet.
Her hands lift twice my weight with ease, they handle 50 000 volts, they also handle me, skillfully.
