There are so many things which M says, words or phrases he uses, that are fuel to my fire. Even the way in which he says them sends my head to a place reserved for him. The satisfaction I feel in making him proud, in fulfilling his need, the desire and need those words conjure, it’s unimaginable.
But, there is one phrase that grabs me like no other can. When he says, “That’s my girl,” my brain hums to match my body. Not even just in a sexual situation, but anytime. I am not only making him proud, but he’s declaring that I’m his. Oh, my.
Yes, Sir, I AM your girl.