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The object of my affection
This morning you thanked me.
Thank you my love. And thank you for all the changes you've made in your life that have made my life one of joy and comfort.
This. This is my reward. I told you then, and I'll reiterate it now, but I always feel like I'm getting away with something when you thank me. I'm not guilty, per se, but I do feel like I got the deal of the century.
I get your love. I get to know exactly what you want, pretty much all the time. I get to look forward to a long life of joy and contentment. I am free of shame, and what guilt I have is transitory, addressed in the moment. I'm leaner, stronger, healthier, more virile, and I have a renewed focus. You've scraped away all the scar tissue of my emotional struggles and self-torment. All of those gifts, and the price pales in comparison. I look forward to chances to physically serve you. The best part of my day yesterday? Spending that time carefully kneading lotion into your feet and legs. It felt like the sweetest reward. But if I were to go out and try to sell this relationship to other men, I think the easiest sell would be that of how focused my libido is. Porn is meaningless to me. I notice other people that are attractive, but it is in a clinical way. Sure he or she is a fine physical specimen. But there's no tingle of sexual tension in any of that. It is only you, in that regard. My sexual potency is unrivaled by any point in our long relationship. Yes, even those 10 days where we averaged 5 times a day! The control I have, the absolute focus! I only look to you, and your cues. This morning I saw this scene (the picture) in bed, and I was so moved by your sexiness that I made sure to tell you, and ask if I could take a picture. And I love that you agree with me. "I look GOOD!" was your reaction. Yes. Yes you do. You make being completely, 100% devoted to you in all things extremely easy. For all your traits that make you a wonderful person to everyone in your life, your unabashed MILF-yness makes my sexual life one of easy dedication and exquisite erotic joy. Sigh. Counting the hours and minutes until I can be near you again.
