His arm wrapped around her head, holding her to his chest.
Warmth flooded through her as his fingers weaved through her hair and massaged
her scalp. It was as if all the tension from her day left her body at his
touch, at his whispered words of comfort. Her mind, her body, they were
completely open to him, yet he gave much more than he took. He was her anchor,
her strength, even when he wasn’t near. Nothing on earth could take his place.
He was one of a kind, and he was hers. Her friend. Her lover. Her Master.
Oh he is everything to her. Wow..The connection between them.
ReplyDeleteLoved this. With the exception of the master part, you just described eloquently the love and special place I have for my husband of 28 years. Bravo! Beautiful, Sherri, cheri:) xo
ReplyDeleteVery powerful Flasher!!
ReplyDeleteThat was a sweet, warm flasher. I absolutely loved it!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post!!
ReplyDeleteWhay a fantastic post. So warm and caring. It would be nice to have 'the one'.
ReplyDeleteFantastic FFF!
ReplyDeleteSo many things to love her, when she calls him her anchor I melted. Lucky girl. Fab Flash
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