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NovelApproach -> RE: Submissive’s we love to love (11/17/2009 3:28:09 AM)
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I adore my Kitty. He's my best friend as well as my lover, and we compliment and complete each other in all sorts of ways both in and out of the bedroom. We met in a foreign language class some four years ago, and clicked from almost the first day. We supported each other as we were navigating our way out of messy relationships, and turned to one another for comfort. He was a little inexperienced, and very vanilla, but was willing to experiment to make me happy. That willingness to step outside of his comfort zone to please me has been a consistent trait that always makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I love that we share so many of the same interests as well - paintball, music, tabletop gaming, miniature painting, theatre - he never fails to engage my intellect, and I love the philosophical discussions we often have late at night. He's spontaneously affectionate, and we're well known in our social circle for being a "painfully cute" couple. He respects and trusts me, more than anyone I know, as I respect and trust him more than anyone else. He takes care of me when I need it, and lets me take care of him when he needs it, but we do our best to respect each other's need to do things for ourselves. Sure, we have our off days, but we always manage to stop and talk things out. We expect to be together for a very long time.
I'm also very fond of my new boy, CB, for whom I have yet to find an appropriate nickname. He began as my friend, and then became my student. He's in good physical shape and very strong-willed. I can be rougher with him than I can with Kitty, and I deeply enjoy knowing that he can take anything I dish out and challenge me to give him more, even though he doesn't get anything out of it except the knowledge that I am enjoying myself and the opportunity to test his pain tolerance. He, too, is eager to please, and a quick learner. When I tell him how to do something, he often repeats it back quietly to himself, and I know he's memorizing it word-for-word. And when he does whatever I've explained later, he gets it exactly right. Even though he has a social disability, he works hard to get around it, and never makes excuses for himself. I respect that so much about him. CB has also been a wonderful friend - he gave up sleep after working graveyard shifts and placed himself at my beck and call in case I needed a ride or a hug while my grandfather was dying of cancer. When Poppa finally did pass, it was CB who held me and encouraged me to cry it out and made sure I was never alone unless I wanted to be. (Kitty was also wonderful, but a little bewildered as to how best to handle my grief, and quite frankly couldn't take time off of work.)
Both of them enrich my life so much just by being my friends, and I hope I do the same for them.
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