She clung to him tightly as he ran his fingers over the most delicate parts of her flesh. Cleaning her, stroking her, giving her the tender care that she needed. He could be rough, forceful and domineering, providing her with the structure and discipline that she craved and needed. She craved his firmness, his strength and brutality, often yearning for it and requesting it.
But yet, she would not be able to enjoy that without his gentleness, his comfort, his solace. He did not fear showing her his vulnerability, his softness, his devotion and love. It was this side of him, coupled with the other needs he provided that made her choose him. The way he took care of her, held her, massaged her, always making her feel safe and protected. The reason she was with him, was because he was him and no other. There could never be anyone else, because they were not him.
I’m coining a new word; we’ve got snugglefucking and cuddlefucking…Tumblrfucking isn’t sexting (per se) – it’s when you’re going through erotic blogs and find yourself liking and reblogging sexy stuff from someone – usually of the opposite sex – and then they end up liking and reblogging your sexy stuff and before long, you’re liking and reblogging each other’s sexy stuff in real time, and turning each other on. That’s Tumblrfucking.
(look, I’m not responsible for where my mind goes when it wanders, all right? 😁)
Mischief's Muse 