Love & Adoration

Yeah, I miss my beloved Alexandra. Some of the verbal noodling I’ve done here of late is an indirect expression of that. Not that I’m writing about the frustration. I’m typing away because I’m frustrated. Sublimation.

Dearly I’d love to have her head pillowed against me.

And give her a massage. Many guys give massages as a form of service. In a D/s context I can’t. They require so much physical aggression and alertness I’m never in submissive space. It may sound odd but for me a massage is an almost intellectual act even though all my pleasure is in her body’s responsiveness. (Probably one of the more confusing paragraphs I’ve written here.)

And massage her feet. This isn’t unlike the body massage. Except my foot fetishism which is linked to my D/s side is there. And if you could watch Alexandra respond to my manipulation of her cartilage, bones and muscle you’d understand how thrilling it is to please her that way.

And … you were waiting for this weren’t you?

I want to be down on my hands and knees and lick her boots. I (well, sort of) don’t care abou the S& M. But I miss that form of devotion. I sorely miss knowing that with a gesture or word she can bless me with my surrender.

I almost feel guilty about the last. Her needs right now have nothing to do with D/s. But I know she doesn’t mind.

I’m a silly romantic. So full of it I could probably write trash for the Lifetime network. Being able to adore my lovers has always been my greatest pleasure. As their protector, as their equal, with Alexandra I also get the joy of adoring her from below.