The Things I Want The Most
I want the opportunity to have some of my needs met by others. It’s easy to take another soul for granted if you’re spending all your time with them, and variety has a way of reigniting sparks and keeping things fresh.
I want to be taken out for meals and activities, to be focused on when there, to bask in the attention and care of others. I want cute dates, and pride at you holding my hand while we walk down the street. I want you to steer me so that you’re walking on the sidewalk closest to the cars, to help keep me safe.
I want to be adored, with little pats and presents and words of affirmation a regularity. Don’t mistake this for materialism, we’re not a fan of blood diamonds here. It’s simply about demonstrating thought, care and affection, both when it’s easy, and when it’s hard.
I want to have sex without needing to worry about motivations — sex that just feels good, where making me cum is something that is as essential as breathing, and a joyous activity. A sweaty, collaborative, messy revelry, with laughs and passion and a sense of adventure about it all.
I want to sit on someone’s face, and have them get more and more turned on as I squirm. I want to explore bodies, and hear sharp intakes of breath and little moans as I find sensitive spots. I want consideration, and worship, and delight at my body and others.
I want transparency, around thoughts and feelings and yearnings. I want to sit in the dark in a cosy nest, snuggled in as we whisper secrets and desires back and forth. I want stories told during sex, about super hot fantasies. I want the sharing of memories while sitting on the floor of the shower together, tears intermingling with the water on our faces from the rose.
I want lots of little considerations, as I give to others.
I want to be seen, and to see.
I want respect.
I want joy.
