The LER’s Affirmation
You know that moment when my wiggling fingers finally descend upon your ticklish skin, that devilish grin spreading across my face as I soak in every helpless twitch and giggle bubbling out of you? I live for it. I’m ruthless when I’ve got you trapped & completely helpless, nails dragging slow and deliberate over every sensitive inch, scribbling, digging into every ticklish rib and tense muscle I can find until your laughter turns into those desperate, broken squeals that make me search for that last bit of will left in your voice. I don’t stop when you beg, not at all. I push you right to that beautiful edge where your whole body is shaking and tears are pricking at your eyes, I love breaking you apart like that. I love knowing I’m the one who can unravel you so completely and so methodically.
But the second the safeword slips past your lips or I see that sweet, glassy-eyed surrender… it all changes. I lean in close, no hesitation. My hands, the same ones that just tortured you mercilessly, turn gentle.. Rubbing soothing circles over your soft and tender skin, brushing damp hair from your flushed face, pressing soft kisses along your body while you’re still catching your breath. “See, that wasn’t so bad” I whisper against your skin. “You did so well” I need to feel you melt against me, I need to hear those little contented sighs as the giggles fade and your body remembers it’s safe. Your trust, the way you let me wreck you and then hold every trembling piece afterward… that’s it. You’re mine to destroy and mine to cherish, every single time. Come here, let me prove it.
