Last night, you confided in me that you’re wearing a corset.

I felt a twinge of masochism—yet, no. Not really. I definitely felt a twinge of excitement, however.

You continued. You love how it accentuates your shape. Your curves. The way it makes you feel.

And it shows. The radiance is evident in your eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes.

You called it a “waist trainer.” No apologies about wanting to be petite, beautiful. And there shouldn’t be.

You are a fresh breath of air, my dear, in this world. You care. You WANT to be beautiful. You WANT to be feminine. You ENJOY exploring this power you have over men.

You want men to want you. Well, you want the RIGHT man to want you.

Does that make me masochistic? That it’s these qualities you possess that captivate me? And not the others?

There are so many girls out there. So many beauties. Yet, you—you, my dear, are unique. They are not you.

It is your gift. Enjoy it.

As I watched you throughout the night, it was apparent. Your beauty, your grace, your poise. And as we parted, I told you to wear the corset more often.

Your eyes lit up, as you asked if I could tell.

Yes, my dear. I can tell.

Wow.

What i'm listening to:

WOW
Zara Larsson
Poster Girl