tenderdominance: I watch her dance when she thinks I’m not watching. There is an almost carefr
tenderdominance: I watch her dance when she thinks I’m not watching. There is an almost carefree way in which she runs around and leaps into the air to twirl, her laughter bouncing off the walls as she stumbles and almost falls. The lover within wants to take her in my arms, caress her body and slide my hands under the too short dress and caress the bare flesh underneath. The Dominant within me wants to command her to kneel, to undress before she crawls to me. To mark her flesh with my hands, my pleasure, my power over her. But the Daddy within me…lets her dance. Because I love the way she laughs, the way her mind is shut off and she is simply dancing. Twirling. Feeling the breeze in her hair and the way her heart is beating rapidly. I let her dance because even though all three parts of who I am wants her, the Daddy within wins out each time. Just to watch her dance. ©TenderDominance -- source link