A moment stands out for me from yesterday. I was watching you in the mirror stroking my back, kneading the muscles, touching it gently one moment, firmly the next. I love how my body is yours.


You handle my body how you choose, when you choose. I remember the warmth of your hand, its span all but covering my back. I remember the firmness of your grasp on the cheek of my ass, strong and focused on what the muscles felt like, how my flesh moved in response to your attentions. It felt like you were trying to absorb me through your touch.


We were talking a bit ago about how sometimes it is the simplest things that are most memorable or meaningful. In those moments I felt chosen again, claimed again. After this long week of missing you that is what I needed. To be yours again.