I love the big, strong, protective man act. Really I do. And you do it so well. I love the idea of walking into your arms at the end of a stressful day. I love the idea of you kissing away my concerns and my frown lines. I love the idea of you bathing me, massaging me, caring for and about me. It’s a dream. All of it. I’m lucky. Beyond lucky.

But wait. Don’t presume too much. Melting into you is not the same as giving into you. I have limits, and beyond the gentle smile and beneath the feminine curves, I have a core of steel. My boundaries are well-established, well-maintained.

I will fuck you until we are both exhausted. I will laugh with you, and cry with you. I will show you and tell you things that are secret and deep. I will trust you more than almost anyone. I will even love you as much as I can, almost as much as you want. But there are places I won’t go for you, or with you, or with anyone. You know that. You knew that.

So, fuck me if you want, love me if you will, trust me without fail. But don’t presume to warn me about your limits. My walls were built strong, and long before you arrived. You are not in danger. And let’s be clear… neither am I.

~ xox