You know you are loved, when the woman of your dreams places her hands round your throat and tells you that you are. Men, the simple creatures that we are, need to have it spelt out for us.
Who does not want to be desired, needed and loved?
Is there anything better than than being told ‘I love you’.
That’s not to say, that it carries the same weight on all occasions.
Saying ‘I love you’ as you come is not the same.
That’s the thing with feelings and emotions. They are complex, and even we simple men have complex feelings.
But this whole thing can be turned on its head.
When Houseguest greedily sucks me off and I give her the ‘breakfast of champions’, I can’t I help but love her even more.
Like I said, feelings are complex.
Houseguest is a ‘treat them mean, keep them keen’ kind of girl. She whips me, slaps me, and scratches me. Nothing makes her happier than seeing me tied up and at her delicious mercy.
I fucking love it!
As for me, nothing makes me happier than waking up with her in my arms, and looking at her while she’s asleep. She’s mine. She’s happy. She’s safe.
It makes my heart pound and fills me with energy. I’ll take on the world for this woman.
Because love is the true breakfast of champions.
How do you know that you are loved?
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