Dear Fondles ( A Letter)

See what happens when you start getting ahead of yourself and jump to conclusions? You end up assuming a bunch of things, none of which are exactly true. 

And then you end up accusing the ones you love of all sorts of wrongs (which, by the way, exist only in your head) and cause them to think you're angling for something. 

True, it's not entirely your fault that they think you're asking for something that you're not, but hey, that's what makes us human - our peculiar understanding of any given situation. Just cos you would handle it one way doesn't mean your other half is going to as well. 

See what happened after you talked? See how much better you felt? 

Well, let that be a lesson NOT to think up imaginary tragedies for your life. OK?

Didn't you feel so loved when he offered to come round this morning? Even if just to climb into bed with you cos you'd never agree to wake up that early and actually GO somewhere?

All that kissing and stroking your hair, and looking into your eyes and holding you close to him - wasn't that LOVE? The love you were SO sure you were never going to feel ever again? *Drama queen much?*

That one particular moment when he grabbed you tight and literally wrapped you in both his arms, squeezing the daylights out of you - what did you feel? You could FEEL him owning you. There was never any risk of him UNloving you. Silly child. You felt the word "MINE" emanating from him. So strong was it that you asked him to say it. "Say what's on your mind," you whispered. 

His reply threw you didn't it? What was it? Oh, yes... "I thought I almost lost you," he admitted. Did your heart not swell? No more ache in there, right? You see, it's possible that someone could love you as much and as deeply as you love them! 

When you told him you'd smoked last night from the stress and all that was upsetting you, he understood why. He nagged... but well, that's just him, isn't it? But he got it. He knows you were a wreck. 

And that spanking afterward - with your panties still on, so that he caught your bum just at the curve underneath, where arse (as he pronounces it) meets thigh - that was one heck of a reminder that you matter to him. That he's still responsible for you. It was stinging long after he was done. But you liked it. And you were good, you didn't rub it away, preferring instead to let the pain linger on your skin. He rubbed it for you, though. He's a good guy, you know, cheating aside (snigger). 

He had his cock in your mouth before too long, the way you enjoy it. Sure, you teased him, not really sucking on him, letting your tongue run around the circumference of his head, licking, flicking, not fully taking him wholly into your mouth. But seriously, do you think he couldn't have gotten his way if he wanted to? You like playing, and he likes watching you do that. This time you really gave it all your worth didn't you? Doing everything to pleasure him - using both hands, watching him as he looked down at you, wetting your lips with his wet cock, yeah I'd say "A" for effort. 

I bet he loved cumming and pumping into your mouth as you continued to suck on him. And you've had dirty noisy sex before - but today was different wasn't it? It was tender. When he finally pushed into your wet pussy, you were ready to surrender to him all over again. You were so raw and vulnerable, and he knew you needed to feel love. Not dominance, not ownership, not any of that D/s stuff - just love. And he did. He poured it all over you to try and undo all the pain that you'd been suffering over the last few days. 

So you see, he does look like he's here for the long haul. He knows better than anyone ever did what you need and what you desire. You gotta quit worrying, you cow, and let him love you the way you love him. 

~From, the other Fondles (you know, the one who's not neurotic and psychotic and paranoid.)