Respect

(The Writing Prompt, work of fiction)

The ride home was quiet. I didn’t turn on the radio. I was too in my head. I was reliving the whole day, not just our scene. It is weird to even call it a scene. Two people connecting with our bodies, me in my subspace, wanting nothing more than to please him. I wanted it to be love between two people.

That doesn’t mean I want soft. Far from it, but it does mean I want to be seen, to be known, to be respected.

It is so different for me being in that headspace. I can’t just let anyone in to that part of me.

But when I do let them in, I want everything. And he delivered. Even before the moment he texted me the details of where to go.

I was so excited, I was shaking. We had already talked about all the things that could be included, but he knew me well enough to know not to tell me in detail what was going to happen. I wanted us to just be two bodies finally feeding off of each other. I wanted us to satisfy the hunger we had been feeling. Really see what this tension was leading to.

And I loved where it led.

Finally made it home

I texted just as he asked. He was good like that. Putting my care at the forefront. Wanting to make sure I was safe. He didn’t let me leave for a while. It was hard to say goodbye. The morning after was such a good ending to the night.

He was so gentle with me, which was such a contrast to the night before. He traced the marks that showed that I was his. He dipped his fingers into me and confirmed how much that cunt belonged to him.
He had homework for me. Starting with that text. A bubble bath and a glass of wine were also part of my after-care, which extended beyond his direct after-care with me that morning.

I liked being with someone who understands that. Understands what both our bodies and minds go through and how we can help each other with that drop.

I was reflecting now so I could get past some of the drop for me, but then, to also be sure, I let him know all the parts that I loved. Everything I got out of the experience. Providing some aftercare for him, too. Letting him know I appreciated everything we did together.

This is how we respect each other. It is not a quick scene or fuck and a goodbye or a ghost.

We both deserve more than that.