When I see him like that... on all fours on my bed, open and waiting... it stirs something deep in me.
It’s not just the view, though that alone is breathtaking.
His soft opening — relaxed, inviting, ready.
His cage, tight and silent beneath him, as if all other pleasure has been locked away... except this.

I know what he’s truly offering.
He’s presenting the core of his pleasure... the place where he feels most intensely, most honestly.
His prostate, tucked just beyond that tender little entrance, is mine to reach.
And in that offering, he's telling me everything I need to know:
That he trusts me to take him there.
That he wants me to lead him there.
That his deepest release doesn’t come from what swings between his legs… but from what he opens up to.

It’s vulnerable.
It’s powerful.
It’s beautifully male in a way most men never show.

And when I take him… I do it knowing I’m not just taking his body.
I’m claiming his pleasure. Shaping it. Owning it. And giving it back on my terms.

There’s something so deeply lustful in seeing the man I own, in position, ready for me.
His testicles on full display, like they’re offering themselves to me.
A silver streak of need trailing from the tip down to the sheets ... quiet evidence of his craving.

In that moment, I feel so blessed, so adored... to be the one who receives all of him, exactly like this.