I read a post this morning encouraging women to be honest about what they want. The intent was to be real about the inner slut we all have because that is not a bad thing.
But I am sitting here thinking about what that list might be. Waking up and having him inside me, touching me, his tongue between my lips. I had a myriad of images in my mind.
But it all revolved around his presence. The reassurance that I have him as an anchor to hold on to. I want closeness and the knowledge that he is there beside me. Real.
The scariest thing is not what pain his touch can do to me, it’s the idea that he won’t ever touch me at all.
Lisa Gray 
*hug* Put that fear away, just enjoy being immersed in his presence.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. I appreciate that a lot. I like journaling here and naming these things so I can process and do just that, put it away.
LikeLiked by 1 person
As you said, it is all about honesty. I was talking with a trusted friend earlier on a knot I’m trying to untie. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person