I feel as though I am two seperate people...one good girl...one bad...i cant figure out which one I want to be more.
Sometimes, my favorite type of tenderness is the kind that means “Maybe… maybe not… but always.”That one little movement that pulls you away from the edge and back to me. This is a different kind of reward for you. It is not the release you desire. It is a tender reminder of how close we are as I push you to your limits.