Being a submissive is something I take very seriously. It is not a phase or a whim – but a deep longing to relinquish control…to trust without hesitation – the knowing of each other, being accepted without question- in ways that we may never be able to reveal to those closest to our hearts. So when you casually mentioned over coffee that you had fantasized about me in nothing but a cardigan – far be it for me to deprive you of such a simple wish.
I retired early. I mindfully slid out of my clothes, a playful smirk crossed my face as I bit my bottom lip. I slipped into my most beloved cardigan – one of many, but as my hands dove into the sleeves, I sensed this familiar enclosure of warmth may soon be replaced with another – or at least I was sending such energy into the universe to make it so.
I melted into the cool sheets of the bed, threw my hair up in a messy bun, adorned my glasses, picked up my book. Moments later, I could hear your footsteps – my heartbeat quickened as you appeared in the doorway. Our eyes locked – your gaze so deep and lustful – mine, craving you in ways that surprise me still.