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| Now that I've reached the age of 45. I've become a little slower more relaxed, less wild man. I don't think about domination so much as constant hard pounding sex or pain driven lifestyle. I think of more of the quiet moments of control with my sweet girl curled up like a little kitten with her head on my lap while we read a book.
I think of her fetching my coffee, rubbing my shoulders, tieing my shoelaces, and about how much I appreciate her coming to my attention at the snap of my fingers. she works so hard to make me happy.
I think about how lovely her soft curves are as she walks away from me in a tight skirt and taunt blouse that I approved for her to wear that day. How she wore her hair and makeup for me in that perfect little way I like.
I think about the lovely noise that escapes her mouth when I slap her ass in a firm loving way. How beautiful she looks with her hands behind her back and her breasts pushed out.
I think about the long thoughtful conversations we share as we walk on a beach. About how special and entertaining she is to me.
I want to hold her, to prize her, to love her for her submission and her self.
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