Sometimes, he melts

As an additional comment to this long-ago post about my telling a submissive man I’m smitten by that he’s beautiful, about his reaction to hearing it, I’m surprised that I didn’t mention that sometimes, he melts.

Sometimes I say the words and I see in his response a wordless kind of breaking down, a softening, a downing of walls, an internal sigh of surrender.

Getting him to that unguarded state is not so difficult: It can come from intensity, from sensation, from relentless attack. When all of his senses have been overloaded, when everything comes down, THEN he melts.

But sometimes, a few words will do it.

Or maybe a gentle touch, now that I think about it.

Or a tone of voice.

And now my reflection has turned on itself.

Those words, certainly, “You are so beautiful”. That truth.

But probably it is less the words, and more that I can reach into him, pluck at that softness inside, and turn it into a liquid that spills over and makes him into a puddle on the floor.

How indescribably beautiful.

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8 Comments

  1. Having someone you can do that to and that can do that to you is the greatest gift. My husband can do it with a look, a touch, a word, a gesture.

    This is so beautifully and simply put.

  2. A goal: To find and allow oneself to reach that inner temperature that results in this melting. Whether this is a gently stoked wood stove or a raging fire pit defines hope.

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