Every once in a while, I feel a part of my hard veneer melt away.

It’s the way he whispers that he believes in me. It’s the way he tells me how proud he is of me. It’s the way he’s there for me while I cry. It’s the way he gives me room to think things through and yet he stays close enough to let me lean.

He’s not with me physically. He is with me mentally and emotionally through the ups and downs of everyday life. My mind can’t even conceive of what it would be like if he was by my side every day.

When I’m reminded of his support, his care, and yes, his love, I melt a little more.

Melting means that I’m open and bare…and vulnerable. Melting is scary. Melting means that I may hurt again one day. I’m so afraid of hurting.

He seeped into the cracks around my heart. And I let him.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


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