treasuring beauty

I have never cried during sex unless I'm being beaten very hard or used in my ass without a proper warmup.

Yesterday, tears were flowing because of my joy and my feeling of overwhelming gratitude. Your touch means so much to me. You are so very beautiful and I adore you. Your beauty continues to astound me and I long to please you. When I fail, I am miserable. I never feel more hurt than when you are sad.

I only ask that you do not cheapen my feelings. Please respect them and honor them by being honest with me. Do not make my adoration of you a schoolgirl crush. It is very much an adult love and an abiding one that includes your spirit, your intellect, as well as your immense physical beauty.

As I kissed you yesterday and felt my vulva against you, I realized that I may never have this again if I don't get things right and to feel your beauty this close was a gift that I treaure and respect.

Sometimes I get caught up in how I feel and want more than you are ready to give.
I crave your small affections and attentions and pray that you give me your firm hand, your belt, the cane. I am ready, MSR, to bend to you.