had a dream recently where i came home after a day of work to my femme — smiling and finishing up the last of dinner. they can tell by my face that it’s been a long day and so they pull me in for a hug, scraping their nails along my back and my scalp until i relax in their arms.
before long they tug at my hair, bringing me to attention to ask me politely to set the table. once i’m done, they smile and ask if i want to keep being useful and i nod, just want to hand myself over to them for whatever they need. so when they point to the ground, i get on my knees and they help guide my face under their dress, lifting the fabric over my head as i slip between their legs. they let out a breath, nails scratching at my scalp again as they whisper a “don’t worry love, this is just the appetizer.”
