“You are so beautiful”

“Did you know that you are the most beautiful thing I have ever touched?”

-Typewriter Series #868 by Tyler Knott Gregson

I see so much beauty in the submissive men I get close to, in the men with whom I share a connection, the ones who give me what I want in a way that resonates. I am always floored by it, it is poetical and vast in its immensity. Like some grand revelation. I struggle to write about this without sounding ridiculous, cheesy. I want to wave my hands about, point out to the natural wonders in the world and say “You know, like THAT!” It is inexplicable and mind boggling.

And when I see it, feel it, I often say it out loud, in awe and wonder.

“You are so beautiful.”

In that moment, he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, ever been lucky enough to touch. I am awed and humbled by my proximity to this beauty, and when he looks at me and sees himself reflected back, it’s like a physical, tangible thing. It has weight and heft and some indefinable power.

And I know how it sounds, really, when the words come out tinged with wonder, as if I have never seen him before. Strange, odd, perhaps an exaggerated untruth, or words that I just say without reason. But it’s not. Ever.

I don’t ask how they receive it, we never talk about it. Sometimes I can see a response: amusement, shock, shyness, puzzlement, happiness, acceptance, or some other fleeting reaction flying across his face. Then the moment passes, we move on.

If I’m honest, the response doesn’t matter, I just need to say the truth out loud. I hope they believe me.

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  1. Yes. This. I know exactly what you mean. Hard to describe, but yeah, it’s the sum of all they are and their submission and it is simply beautiful. It’s what makes me stare in awe at them and say “oh my sweet beautiful boy”.

  2. @ Miss Ferns:

    “Sometimes I can see a response: amusement, shock, shyness, puzzlement, happiness, acceptance, or some other fleeting reaction flying across his face. ”

    Though it would be lovely to hear – of course – I would have *absolutely no idea* how to respond to it. I can imagine my head whizzing through a list of possible responses and crossing each one off with a ‘No, inappropriate’.

    1. Most times the feelings that prompt me to think it, and then to say it out loud, are rarely found in a place where either of us are in a state to coherently ponder responses and decide if they are appropriate or not. By the time any whizzing or evaluating is done, the moment has passed. But I *see* the reaction, I don’t need the words.

      I would add that with my last, what I would see was him melting (as if ‘melting’ was a thing a human could do). Clear as day, he would soften and melt under it. Guh.

      Ferns

  3. Just found this. How lovely. No one has told me that and I guess I am not holding my breath waiting. But I understand the sense of awe, and appreciation of the beauty in an intense session: her dominance, my submission, the electric charge between us as I accept her pain with as much grace as I can muster, the absolute trust that has to be in place for me to give myself to her. These are beautiful things, to be treasured and marvelled at.

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