He did.
Added 2019-03-14 13:56:37 +0000 UTCHe loved every inch of my body. I was his for years and he’d still get weak when he caught a peek of my tummy or my shoulder. I would watch his face melt and his finger tips twitch. I was his temptress and his treasure. That’s a powerful feeling.
He loved my toes, had a pet name for the way they scrunched up when I was nervous. He worshipped the back of my knees. My ass was his altar, he prayed with his tongue buried inside of it while I squirmed. He loved my soft belly, my neck, my mouth, my ears. Nobody’s ever loved my ears. They’re not remarkable. They’re just my ears. But they would turn pink with embarrassment when he would tell me exquisite details about their cuteness. They’d never had so much attention.
He looked at my parts with scrutiny and adoration, like he was memorizing them. His precious girl. This body that never says no to him. This landscape for his hands and intensity. I close my eyes and remember.
