Tag: #pleasure

I Am Ready

I am ready
For morning kisses and passionate evenings.
I am ready
For fun, laughter and adventures.
I am ready
For coffee and cuddles to start the day.
I am ready
For intimate conversations.
I am ready
To show up and be someone they can rely on.
I am ready
To be taken care of emotionally, physically and spiritually.
I am ready
To fulfill their deepest wishes and desires.
I am ready
To be with a partner I feel safe enough to be triggered by.
I am ready
To love freely, without expectation.
I am ready
To be truly seen, valued and appreciated.
I am ready
To have the tough conversations and do the healing work.
I am ready
For a love that chooses me, every single day.
I am ready
To love you for who you are.
I am ready.

Reconnecting

The doorbell rings and my heart skips a beat. You are here already? I thought you were going to call before you arrived. I am filled with gleeful anticipation as I skitter to the door. I fling it open to see you standing on my porch, your bearded face smiling, holding an overnight bag. My heart squeezes with delight as I take in the full sight of you. I usher you inside, close and lock the door, and immediately step toward you. It has been far too long. My excitement bubbles over as I long to have my body pressed up against yours and try to close the gap between us.

I am one step behind as your hands are immediately on my waist, pulling me to you while drawing me in for a kiss. I let out a sigh as I wrap my arms around your neck, leaning in. Then a gasp escapes me as your cold hands are under my shirt, exploring my body.

“Your hands are freezing!” I exclaim while laughing into the kiss.

“I know…I drove with the windows open,” he laughs as his hands continue to roam. They are not cold for long.

I show you the food I ordered for us, and you tell me you are hungry for something else. A devilish grin curls my lips as I turn to you, and the look in your eyes gives me pause. I see the wanting, the need, the longing, and it is matched by my own craving. The food goes cold while we reconnect with one another. Soon there is nothing between us except desire and time to explore.

For the Love of Toes

I plop my feet in your lap because I know you want them. I look to see your face light up with delight and ecstasy immediately. I feel the scratch of your beard and warmth of your lips brush the top of my feet. The combination of rough and soft sends delicious shivers up my legs. Next, I feel your hands, soft and warm, enveloping my feet. Moving slowly and deliberately across my arches, heels, and then lightly over my toes. You take your time, exploring every single inch of my tootsies, admiring whatever nail polish I have on or the curve of my arches. You are generous with your affection. Your hands are strong but gentle and soft. It is the same with the rest of you, which is such an interesting dichotomy about you to process. It is one thing I appreciate most about you; your complexity and duality.

You’ve told me you need my toes in your life. You’ve told me how much you love them. I see it, I see it all over your face. I sincerely do not understand the fascination but enjoy giving something that elicits such pleasure. And I am surprised by my own reaction too. Even though I do not share the same love of my feet, I appreciate your appreciation of them. This simple, tender act brings me such unexpected pure joy. I am grateful for these small moments, as I let out a sigh of happiness.