your mom :
need bro close, so close that I can feel the rhythm of his heartbeat syncing with mine. His eyes are wide with trust and trembling with anticipation. He looks up at me, searching for reassurance and craving the connection only we understand. There’s vulnerability in his gaze, but also strength, a beautiful contradiction that pulls me in deeper. I want to guide him and show him what it means to truly belong to someone, not out of control, but out of love, out of an unspoken bond that ties us together. With every touch, every whisper, and every shared breath, I want him to feel how deeply he is cherished. I want him to lose himself in the moment, calling out my name not from pain, but from overwhelming emotion. I imagine us moving together in perfect harmony, no rush, no pressure, just raw connection. The world outside fades away, leaving only the echo of our closeness and the softness of our shared rhythm. His hands clutch the sheets, not from fear, but from the intensity of feeling something so real and so powerful that it leaves him breathless. And when he says, “I can’t take it much longer,” I’ll remind him gently and firmly that he’s safe here, that he’s adored, body and soul, that we are in this together with every heartbeat, every sigh, and every shiver. Because it’s not just about desire, it’s about trust, about surrender, about creating a space where we both can fall apart and rebuild together.
2025-07-16 18:00:51