A Thought to Self

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror she says out loud but very softly to herself. "I really like the way that he holds me." She wraps her arms around her belly and she says. "I really like the way that he holds me into his arms. It gives me such feeling of safety and the comforting sensations of being very close to someone who really cares for me. I like the feel of a man's body against mine. I like the feel of his body against mine that is both soft and strong to the touch of mine." A very low almost inaudible moan comes from her lips and she says. "I feel so very much like a woman when I am with him and sometimes I wish that somehow I could bodily merge into him and become apart of him because he makes me feel so very special to him like he gets his breath from being around me." She slowly lets her hands trace from her belly to as far as she can reach while standing of her thighs and she says. "I admire the considerate and respectful way that he communicates with me and how he does not alter this approach even if we are having a disagreement and sometimes he appears as if he is not really listening but I have come to know that his mind always touches my voice intently."

She very easily circles her upper thighs with her hands and then gently caresses the junction points of her thighs and buttocks and she says. "He and I have a wonderful tendency to be able to always communicate very intelligently and even when neither one of us have very much to say at the moment even that form of communication between he and I is sparkling and bubbly. I feel so at ease with him and do not feel that I have to be on guard with whatever I say. He respects my thoughts and never tries to put his words into my mouth and even though I do not particularly have to be I am nevertheless mindful of what I say because he has come to expect my speech to be on a high and mature level and as he treats me so am I compelled of my own volition to likewise be thoughtful of him." She firmly presses the back of her thighs and then squeezes her buttocks while closing her eyes and whispering something romantic very softly and she says. "A day without him is very near like a day with him because of the pleasant thoughts of him that I carry with me and these thoughts of him is my companionship when he is not physically around that brings his closeness to the peace of my mind wherever that I should be. He is not perfect by any stretch of the fascination but his faults are very livable and are not all that unsightly. Sometimes I attempt to picture my life before my love of him and the picture is so vague and faded that I can hardly see it."

She removes her hands from the back of her thighs and holds them slightly out in front of her and looks carefully at them and she says. "Sometimes when we are walking together he tends to hold my hands somewhat too tightly but that is fine because I know that he does not do it intentionally and when he placed the ring onto my finger he did it firmly and tenderly and then raised both of my hands to his lips and then lightly kissed them. He makes a sincere effort to be a good person and that is why I do not overextend him when he falters and he is willing to admit it if he has made a sensation and makes no efforts to throw off the blame. Sometimes when he holds my hands his grips are a little too firm but I give him this to a point because I know that he is not doing it on purpose." She looks at herself in the bathroom mirror and sets her focus on her hair and she says. "He says that he likes this new hairstyle of mine and to me it is fine but probably at the end of the week I will probably get another style to see how it fits and I have little doubt that even it he will take a moment to lightly finger through and kiss as to do this he is not restrained in the least. Unlike my hands he is always very delicate with my hair even first thing in the morning when it may not be presenting itself at all very well."

She blows a kiss to her reflection in the mirror then sheepishly smiles and she says. "I love the way that he deep kisses me that I can usually feel all the way down to my toes. He has an act to know just the right amount of pressure to apply for a secure connection and sensual contact that melts my lips into his and all over my body he does so wondrously caresses me. I feel very fragile and strong and adorable in his kiss that gladdens my heart and quite frankly stimulates my hips." She gets her toothpaste and brush together to freshen her mouth and while cleaning her teeth and she says. "I believe that I have done pretty good for myself in accepting him as my love, honor and within reason obey because he lifts me up in my esteem and makes no qualms about loving me. It seems that we are good for each other as a counterbalance that helps to keep the other sound and level and I believe that I will keep him for a bit and for as long as we both have the breath to do this. If I were to take mud, rock, mortar and stone to build a man to my model that which I would have come up with would be pretty close to capturing him." She rinses her mouth and dries her face then leaves the bathroom and looks to the bed where her dear loving man awaits her presence with a loving beam of a smile on his face.