Sometimes we’re so on that it astounds me. We finish one anothers sentences, we want the same food for dinner, and we can think of nothing better than just being together. Cast aside are the insecurities and the attempts to hide my wobbly bits. In their places are actions that speak louder than words; a glance over my shoulder as he is about to slide into my ass, laying my body against his without worrying that I’ll hurt him.

We’ll spend the evenings laughing, teasing one another mercilessly; a backrub here and an intimate tongue kiss there. We’ll sleep a little and love a little, taking turns waking one another with a kiss. It’s in those shared moments that I am the most certain of my place in his life and in his heart. The knowledge alone is enough to get me through some of the toughest and most self-esteem destroyinh moments.

Over the weekend I awoke from a dream about my Knight. Without hesitation my head was buried beneath the comforter and my mouth had captured his cock. This isn’t an odd occurrence; not by a long shot. It’s the norm and it’s something that I enjoy immensely. Still, there are times that blowing him blows my mind.

As I held his sac firmly in my hand I took the length of him all the way down my throat. He moans his approval and thrusts his hips forward. It is in that moment that I know he was as ready for me as I was for him. He exploded in my mouth and I swallowed every last drop. Nothing rare, but exquisite nonetheless.

There is something life affirming about making love with The Knight. On the days when I feel the lowest, it lifts me up. On the days when I’m certain that I can’t go on, just having his arms around me gives me the strength I need to go on. It’s more than the physical. It’s more than the emotional. It’s spiritual.