Let's talk about something, not just any something but a very specific something.
You know that moment when you dissappear into a fantasy, the moment the cacophony of the world we live in suddenly becomes muted like your laying beneath the surface of the bathwater, the warmth embracing your naked body like a cocoon.
The weighlessness you feel when the images overtake your frontal vision and you suddenly exist within a space where you feel their hands; hot feathers leaving trails of burning desire along your body. The heat of their breath on your neck, instantly uncomfortably cold from its absence; like a rose without its petals. Their hands your waist; around your throat.
Amidst the fever daydream, breathing and heart rate changes. Your body remembering so intently how their hands feel so euphoric. Your brain becomes mush as you cant do anything but focus on their hands their commands, their challenges, you forget where you are. Time stops and all you can do is surrender to the tide as it pulls you deeper into the waves of desire.
Suddenly you are surrounded by their scent...his scent. Your eyes roll back and your core ignites, flames like the sun setting in the sky, both wonderfully soft and painfully beautiful. The way his hands feel on your skin pulls the goosebumps from the depths of your very soul. You feel them wrapping around your desire and making you beg for release.
You lick your lips, the taste of him lingering there, if only but a ghost of a memory. You feel your mouth start to salivate, as if you were being teased with the gods ambrosia itself; addicted to his essence.
This state of existing in an alternate dimension all consuming.
If I could bottle it up and sell it, I would be the next drug overlord; ridding the world anger and depression one dopamine fix at a time.
I know my Daddy is all I need to fix anything I have, a stern word, his hands around my throat, his ropes biting my skin, his....body one with mine; the creation of the cosmos exploding within my center. Almost too much for me to take, on the precipice of enlightenment as his strong arms keep me grounded, letting me fly but keeping me safe.
Who else had this experience, this level of peace they can carry with them to help when times get long and hard? (Pun intended)
This is the very essence of what keeps me going through my day. Without him, without his hands, I would be lost in this world. Mine.
-Pandaish