Duty and Desire

In my deployment letters home to my wife, I tried my best to project strength and stoicism. But on weekends when she was in little-space mode, her hair braided and her dress a pastel pink, I found myself unable to resist the urge to be the strict husband, enforcing rules with a stern voice and gentle but firm discipline. It was always after these sessions that I would break down my walls, letting the softness of our affection take over as we shared explicit fantasies involving both of us taking on different roles. Once, she surprised me by showing up at my temporary quarters in full little-mode attire, her eyes wide with childlike innocence and curiosity. We spent a passionate afternoon indulging in each other's desires until I couldn't resist the urge to taste her, feeling her writhing beneath me as we surrendered completely to our mutual passion.