Beauty

I would have Mom’s roast beef with mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans and biscuits. All homemade. With Sweet Tea.

Countless possibilities

It’s Sunday, so I think I’ll make her some morning tea and cozy up by the fire. We’ll listen to some Sunday morning chill, watch the snowfall and I’ll playfully dish up some early foreplay to build some anticipation for tonight’s shenanigans. Later shovel the walkway while she flashes me from the deck, wearing nothing but a robe and fuzzy comfy socks

My greatest desire?

She is.

She is my greatest desire. However, it was not meant to be. Long unbelievable story. Absolutely unbelievable.

So, my next greatest desire? Being touched by someone who wants to touch me, needs to touch me. The kind of touch shared by two reunited souls. Touch far beyond sexual, far beyond words. Unforgettable, intimate touch.

Being pleasured by someone. Without my asking, without my direction. Pleasuring me because they want me to feel their need, their desire, to please me.

Zero.