In the Moment

Caring for him, I feel like a stranger to myself. The weight of his dependency crushes me, yet I wouldn't trade it for anything. His body against mine, hot and soft, needing comfort or discipline, I'm lost in this adult play, pretending to be what he can't remember ever having. Skin on skin, the heat between us electric as we navigate consent and care with every breath. It's exhausting, exhilarating, confusing. He's not a child, but in these moments, he needs me like one. And I need him back, this twisted dance of love and control.