She is not sure why she is special.
She thinks that perhaps he flatters her.
She peers at herself in the mirror. She studies her own familiar face and seeks signs of beauty. She pulls in her belly, throws back her shoulders and pushes her breasts forward. She turns sideways and examines herself. She smooths her hands over her hips and round to the swell of her arse,
She runs her fingers through her hair, shakes it out then lets it fall about her face before stroking it back again.
And then, for one proud moment, she glimpses it.
The wide, eloquent eyes. The sensual mouth. The elegant throat. The cascade of hair. The desirable, sexy, made-for-sin body.
And she smiles. And glows.
But there is one thing that she cannot see. And yet it is the thing that excites him even beyond her beauty and curves.
It is the pure, sacred heart of a sexual submissive
And while her body promises a thousand dark and delicious delights
It is the submissive that brings peace to a Dominant soul,
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Jack Vettriano
This was a year ago. But I have always liked it. So, with the excuse of added audio, I have re-published it