Note: I’ve been pondering what I want and need in romantic relationships lately. Due to the ongoing pandemic, it’s not currently safe to meet new partners. Thus, I’ve been returning to my researcher roots, reading literature about different relationship structures, and feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. I’m realizing that there is much I don’t know about my romantic self (Ex: I feel fairly romantically “monogamish,” but I’m not entirely how that may apply to future romantic relationships. In fact, my longest relationships so far have been non-monogamous and intimate but not specifically romantic). Thus, I’ve decided to write some brief fantasies that show situations (kinky, romantic, and loving) that I could picture myself possibly enjoying and finding fulfilling in the future. This is one such intimate imagining. [Content notes: erotic but not explicit; power exchange themes, queerness, domesticity, cuddling, communication, boot worship, and implied open relationship]
My partner and I lean into each other as we sit by the fire, watching a nature documentary and enjoying the light smell of spruce in the air. My left arm is around her shoulder. She’s caught my left hand in hers. It is happily captive. My right hand idly strokes the hair of the submissive sitting at our feet. He leans back heavily against our legs like a dog seeking pats. He only visits a couple of times a month, but when he’s here, he belongs to us. As he becomes one with the floor, his hands wander to brush against my combat boots. He pulls them away quickly but then looks up at me with a question.
Feeling my partner squeeze my hand affirmatively, I nod. Silent, my submissive shifts to his knees on the carpet and lowers his face to our feet. My partner pets him as I press between his shoulder blades with my other boot. I get a little lightheaded at the simultaneous sensation of my sub’s lips soft against my leather and my partner nestling against my side, brimming with affection as she drinks in my relaxation and unfurling wisps of arousal. The documentary plays on, the fire crackles, and my eyelids flutter closed. I feel warm, balanced, and at peace.