The quiet after a storm is always the most telling. This morning, I traced the lines of a sleeping form beside me, watching the steady rise and fall of their chest. There’s a raw, unguarded beauty in watching someone surrender completely to sleep, their mind and body finally at peace under my watch. It’s a different kind of possession—not the frantic, clawing need to feel a cock throb inside me or a back arch in ecstasy, but the profound, chilling satisfaction of knowing they are utterly, irrevocably mine. Even in their dreams, they are not free of me. And they never will be. #Obsession #Control