“You did so good for me. My sweet girl.”

I praised while pressing kisses all over your face, trying to soothe the soreness you were feeling in your tummy. You always get so tired after we are done. Like bambi on legs.

I didn’t go particularly rough on you tonight, not like I did sometimes, but I wanted you to know that I appreciated you. Worshiped you. I never wanted you to feel that you were just a toy for me to use, despite the degrading I sometimes use in the heat of a moment.

I always gave you a day or two afterwards to let you recover, I didn’t want to hurt you. It had become routine for me to run us a bath. Full of lavender epsom salts and kisses on your shoulders.

“I’ll be right back ok, lovie? I’m gonna start the bath”

I told you while pressing a final kiss to your temple before unraveling myself from the sheets and slipping on my black Calvin Klein boxers.