I’ve been thinking today about soft girls. The quiet ones, the shy ones. The ones who wear dresses and fade into the background a bit. The ones who feel things intensely and guard the people and things they love passionately.
Thinking about submitting to a soft girl. Who doesn’t require force to have control. Who deserve devotion and loyalty. Whose soft “I think I’d like to…” is a command. Thinking about wanting to take care of and protect a soft girl. To serve her and be devoted to her. As a strong one it might look like I’m the one running the show, but we’d just smile, because we’d know the truth. At the end of the day, everything is for her.
