Confessions of a libra

Emotional safety | Credit: Here

[ Erotic Healing | Submissive Male | Sacred Domme Energy | Tears of Surrender ]

18.06.25

He asked me to take control, and I felt him convulse beneath me with my hand firmly covering his mouth. The moans he made were strangled, the breaths from his nose a desperate attempt at maintaining consciousness. My hips gyrated slower, letting the pleasure extend just a moment longer. A moment before he can no longer take it. I slowly removed my hand from his mouth and let my forehead rest on his for a moment. Warm liquid, a shared gift held between us. Our breaths co-mingled, our hearts slowing down from their sprint.

“I don’t want to move,” I said breathlessly.

He swallowed, “If you never left, I think I could live with that.”

We both laughed in that languid way that comes with satiated bliss. I moved onto the towels he previously prepared. We lay there, looking up the sealing, sweat cooling the skin off the sexual high.

“You see me,” it came out of him in barely a whisper.

I turned my head and found him gazing at me. His hand slid across my abdomen and pulled me by the waist so my body was on its side facing him. He pulled me in again until our bodies were more flush.

“Of course I do, loverboy.” I replied in my usual flirty lilt.

My hand rested on his chest, feeling the warmth beneath.

“You don’t realise what it does to a man… to be loved so completely,” his voice trembled and our hands clutched at each other.

“Let it come. You’re safe here,” my tone low and compassionate.

A tear rolled gracefully from his eyes, and soon more followed. I kept whispering I got you, like a mantra and let our hands be his anchor. I started breathing deeply, and he followed the cue. We breathed through his tears. I felt my own eyes prick in tenderness. This kind of safety is what heaven actually feels like. Not an idea of bliss after life, but bliss created through life. Achingly, painfully.

He took in a breath in a bid to settle his nervous system, “I didn’t think you’d actually try the things I like. I didn’t think you’d find beauty in the parts of me I’ve hid, even from myself.”

“You were made to feel the kind of pleasure that makes the soul cry in resonance. Your kinks are the sacred keys of your divinity. I only wish to see you in all your glory.” My thumb traced the curve of his brow bone, my tone soft and reverent.

He didn’t respond right away, and I didn’t need him to. I felt his appreciation in the soft strokes he makes on my thighs. I felt his devotion in those pleading eyes. I felt his love in the tears I wiped away.

“Thank you.”

I let it hang between us. His lips found mine, hot and needy. His tongue promised delight and the nerves of my body rose like choir in a cathedral.