Post Traumatic Stress Relief

You, lying in Sims position… breath heavy, the pillow still gripped in your hands as the quakes finally, gently subside…

and I sit back, look at you, look at the way your pose accentuates all of those curves I love… the way your lovely back moves with each gradually-slowing breath… and the evidence of what we've just done…

A wink.

“Hm. Doesn't look to me like you're quite done yet…”

“Sir…” you pant. “Please… a minute…”

I lean in gently, kissing the back of your neck as I whisper…

“Well. You were such a good girl… how about something… softer…”

My lips start tracing their way down your spine, a kiss here, then a kiss there, until finally I reach my destination…

The way you're lying there, I only need one hand to find what I'm looking for, leaving the other to caress my favorite flower in the world…

And as my tongue presses, gently, the contrast from the intensity of a moment ago makes you shudder, pulling away for just a moment. But soon, oh so blissfully soon, your need for sensation drives you to push back against me again, firmer than you were before.

Already primed, my tongue encounters almost no resistance at all as your breathing tells me that… yes… this was a good choice. And if I have to taste a bit of myself in the process? Perhaps with just a hint of zest reminding me that it's been a long afternoon… Well. that's just the cost of love, my dear…

And when we're finally done… when I finally relent, am finally satisfied that I've given you a full range of sensations…

I'll go put on a pot for some ginger tea.

I think we've both earned it.

Hungrily Yours,
Me.

PS — ‘member me saying a few weeks ago that we've only just started? Just thought you should know, the report of the starting gun is only just starting to fade… my feet are only just coming off the blocks. So… I'll ask you again… you sure you're up for this?

Yeah? Good. That's what I thought. Well, hold on, honey… here we goooooo!

PPS — That said, baby… remember… dreamtime is for unbounded exploration… For letting you know just what you're getting into when you engage this particular brain…

But nothing is expected, nothing is required… like I said a couple of days ago… I'd be happy enough just to hold you.

PPPS — But…

You know…

If you ever do want to try something…

ahem

Anyhoooooooooo…

PPPPS — But hey…

I'll admit it, after all I've poured out this week? Gotta be honest, feelin' a wee bit exposed…

So maybe I'll give that beautiful ass a break for a bit…

Focus on that beautiful heart for a while.

…

Unless…

You'd prefer otherwise???