the ever burning desire to be treated like a prized possession just the once.
for someone to settle between my parted legs, forearms resting on my soft thighs where they meet my belly. for them to leave small, fleeting kisses around my belly and tops of my thighs, each press of their lips lingering barely for a moment before moving on to the next.
for them to touch, paw at, and knead my tummy, fingertips sinking into the pillowy skin beneath, melting in like butter on hot pancakes.
for them to leave small reminders of their time toying with me; a nip, a love bite here and there, even a scratch or two from their nails padding at my plush tummy.
for them to only become more insistent on their display of adoration as each whimper and bitten back moan fight their way from my lips, my own body betraying me for not keeping quiet. between each kiss and suck of their lips on my flesh comes a quiet, confident statement. repeated evidence of their unfading reverence for me. reminding me how much they cherish my softened self, the continued glorification of my current state - and for my future self. they make sure i know.
for them to give my belly the tender, praising attention it’s been starved of for years by my own self depreciation. to be treated as it should be, with gentle appreciation and true, unbridled affection.
just to be shown a fragment of this type of love would heal many parts of my soul.