When they finally pressed their hands against my core, each movement was slow, careful, only inserting two fingers each as though they wanted to take the time to get to know every part of me. They looked at me, seeking permission, and when I nodded, the trust between us felt tangible. They began to move, their touch a tender exploration that left me breathless. I felt them lifting me, piece by piece, helping me let go of the past, helping me learn what it was to feel safe, desired, and whole.
With every soft touch, every whispered word, I felt the connection deepening. My body responded instinctively, moving with them, arching into their touch. Their chuckles, their murmurs of encouragement, sent warm shivers across my skin, drawing me further into the cocoon of love and safety they had c
