Any sub knows the feeling. That perfect moment when she runs her fingers through your hair. When she pats your head while you’re buried between her thighs. When she strokes your scalp and calls you a good boy.
It’s everything.
No matter what’s going on, when her hands touch my head, I melt. It’s grounding. It’s intimate. It’s power and love and approval all wrapped into one quiet motion.
Last night, she had a date with a new guy. We’ll call him Jeff.
During the night, I was reminded of something important. Her hands feel amazing. But his? His felt very different.
Don’t get me wrong. Being held in place by another man, especially when he’s directing me to serve her, is hot in its own way. Jeff’s hands were big, firm, commanding. And in the moment, having my head directed like that? Yeah, I was into it.
But the contrast was hard to miss.
Her hands are smaller, but no less powerful. When she holds me, it’s like being claimed. When he holds me, it feels like being used. Both have their place. Both have heat. But there’s no question which one I crave.
Her hands make me feel like I belong. His hands remind me that I don’t decide who I serve.
I know which I prefer. Every time.
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