What John Brownstone and I have is built on trust, mutual respect, love, and, yes, a power exchange. He’s in control, and I submit.
But I know my power in this relationship, too.
When I, as a naked, willing, aroused submissive, say, “Come to bed, Daddy,” I nearly always get what I want — day or night.
I never know what to expect when he gets there and presses his warm flesh to mine. But I know he’ll climb up, join me, and give me more than I asked for, and everything I need.
Wouldn’t you beg him to join you in bed, too? Also, I could stare at his ass and legs all day long, especially his thighs. Mmm, and his calves. Wait, what we were talking about again?
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