You Are Special [MF] [OC]

You Are Special

By John Satisfy

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“I’m not special.” You said, looking down, “I’m just me.” Your eyes lifted up and you met mine. “But when you look at me, it’s like you’re seeing someone else. Someone I have never seen before when I look into the mirror. What do you see?”

I stared into your blue eyes, those black cat eye glasses framing them perfectly. I licked my lips and suck them into my mouth for a second as I tried to find the words. It was like naming all of the grains of sand on a beach, and trying to remember each name so that no two grains had the same name. How could I ever put your beauty into words?

Your eyes slowly opened, looking sad, confused. I wasn’t done. “Don’t worry, there will be more. But that’s my point, there’s more to you than just an amazing body, curves to die for, tits to worship. There’s that kind soul of yours. That part of you that you flash, that you share, that you show. Your inquisitive nature matched by your playfulness is an intoxicating combination. You are a special woman, and being able to get to see past the façade to the parts you hide away… I can’t put into words.”t show of cleavage. There’s something about you that sets you apart from everyone else.”

I swallowed, my mouth opened, lips parted as if to speak and then closed again. I sighed before opening my mouth once more. “You are perfect…”

“No I’m not.” You shook your head in emphasis as you tried to look away, but I held your hand tighter.

“If you want to see yourself how I see you, let me be your true mirror.” One of my hands released yours as I held you tightly with the other. Keeping you grounded with my grip freed the other hand to travel to the gentle curve of your cheek. “You are perfect, and you can’t see that. You are afraid of not being sexy enough, of not having the body that a man could appreciate. You show off to help your confidence, but part of you is scared.”

Your lips trembled, and your eyes met mine. “But I’m a bigger girl, Do you like bigger girls?”

I smiled. “I don’t see a bigger girl. I see you. I don’t see a weight. I don’t see a number. What I see is you. You as a person. You as a human being. I find you alluring, the core essence of your body. Your weight, your bra size, your pant size, all of that’s not you really. It’s just a number that does not have any real intrinsic value. How could they when they fluctuate over time? But you do. Your body does. I see you not as at this single moment in time, but through time. You will always be alluring, no matter if your numbers go up or down. You will always be attractive, even if your bra size changes or your pant size or the thickness of your glasses or anything else that will change. That’s not a permanent part of you. That core of who you are is what I see when I look at you.”

“But my flaws…” You sounded on the verge of tears and I rubbed your cheek with my thumb soothing your racing mind.

“What flaws?” I paused for a moment and you looked at me in a way that said you weren’t sure if I was for real. I stayed quiet and let you fill the void between us.

You were on the verge of tears, your eyes welling up as you tried to put your demons into words. “Physically, I hate my stomach.” A tear slipped down your soft cheek and my thumb moved to wipe it away before it made it to your chin.

“I know you can’t absorb this, but your tummy is so cute and sexy. It feels so good to hold and hug and squish as I pull you against my body. It makes me feel warm and is so sexy when you let your mind go, as you get closer and closer to your bliss.”

You looked at me dumbfounded. Like words I was using were martian mixed with gibberish. “Look, I don’t know how to describe how amazing you are. You stand out amongst the crowd. Online where there are hundreds of new naked pictures put up by the moment, you drew my eye. You inspired a story, an erotic little dance in my head. You, all by yourself. For all the women on the web, not many have had that effect on me.”

“Really?”

“Of course. You want to know something?” You nodded your head, your big blue eyes wide open and studying me, trying to see through to the truth of my words. “You are magnificent. Sure you’ve got tits that are incredible, and an ass that’s out of this world, but you’re so much more…”

My words hung in the air between us, and I let them sink in. “You are so much more. Fully clothed, you have more erotisism than most women dream of having. The curve of your cheek, the way your strawberry locks flow down to your shoulders, the way your blue eyes glimmer behind your black frames, the curve of your lip as you smile; these are what make you one of a kind, that make you perfect. The way your neck meets your shoulders, the gentle bend as those two parts meet have more allure than the biggest show of cleavage. There’s something about you that sets you apart from everyone else.”

You began to look away, and I leaned in, cupping your cheek in my hand as if to prove my point. The electricity that flowed through us made you sit up and your eyes flicked back to mine. I leaned in and kissed you, softly at first, but you let your mind go and I felt your mouth open to give me a taste. Mine opened too, but I pulled away, leaving you wanting more.

Your eyes slowly opened, looking sad, confused. I wasn’t done. “Don’t worry, there will be more. But that’s my point, there’s more to you than just an amazing body, curves to die for, tits to worship. There’s that kind soul of yours. That part of you that you flash, that you share, that you show. Your inquisitive nature matched by your playfulness is an intoxicating combination. You are a special woman, and being able to get to see past the facade to the parts you hide away… I can’t put into words.”

You smiled, your cheeks red and blushing. “Then don’t.”

“What do you suggest?” I asked, the question opening up possibilities even my mind couldn’t comprehend fully.

“Show me…”

I leaned forward again, and kissed you again, holding that soft cheek of yours against my palm as we melted into each other and let our senses and bodies and minds mingle and loose our individuality…

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