English / USA 
Português / Brasil 
The Surrender He entered slowly, as if carrying a secret. I sat across from him, silently. And I let him speak… in his own time. “I thought I was in control,” he said. And then he looked at me, as if he still doesn’t know exactly what he’s experienced. “But she… she changed everything.” I just listened. Attentive. I could sense, in the tone of his voice, that it wasn’t just desire, it was memory pulsing. He said she’d arrived confidently. With firm steps and eyes that didn’t ask permission. He said one gesture from her was enough for him to understand she wouldn’t lead anything that night. “Get on your knees,” she said. And he obeyed. As he told me, he lowered his eyes. As if he were still there. As if the floor before her had been the most intimate place he’d ever been. He said she’d made him kiss her feet. Not as a game. But as if teaching him, firmly and elegantly, to desire differently. She didn’t touch him hastily. She allowed it. And every command he gave was an invitation to surrender. "I don't think I've ever been so dominated... and so free at the same time," he said. And I took a deep breath, holding that phrase as if it were poetry. In the end, he looked me in the eyes. And said, almost in a whisper: "I needed to tell you. Because only someone like you could understand." I listened. With presence. And I transformed into words what he experienced with his body. This story isn't mine. But now, it's my voice that carries it. And you? Do you dare tell me what you don't dare tell anyone else? Write to me. Who knows, the next story might be yours... #fetish
XandeMV How delicious like this 😍