Dont get me wrong. I love being the big spoon. There’s nothin like having a big strong back to snuggle up into. That curve at the small of the back to ball up in to. An arm to peek up over and glare at the world from. I love that.
But somedays, somedays I want to be George. I want to be bound, made to submit. Snuggled. Tucked under a broad chest and told to stay, to sleep. To peek up from the covers with a furry arm in the way blocking everything from the outside world from my view.
Somedays, most days, I need that. I may not want it. But I know I need it. And I need someone to know I need that without me asking.