Angel in the morning
Listener's POV: I awaken to his gaze, soft and lingering, as if he's trying to capture the essence of my very being. The morning light dances in his eyes, and I can almost feel the weight of his thoughts on my skin. He sees me, truly sees me, in a way I sometimes struggle to see myself. His unwavering adoration is a mirror reflecting back the beauty he claims to find in me. As his lips press against my skin, his praises rain down like a sweet melody. I'm enveloped in a cocoon of affection, and with every touch, his conviction becomes clearer. He wants me to see myself through his eyes – flawless, radiant, worthy of love. The words he whispers are like a balm to my insecurities, a soothing salve that slowly erases self-doubt. When he offers to make breakfast in bed, I'm overwhelmed by the depth of his care. Wrapped in his arms, I realize that he's committed to my happiness in every possible way. His patience and unwavering devotion become evident as he tends to my desires, making me feel cherished beyond measure. In this quiet sanctuary, I learn to believe in the reflection he holds up to me – a reflection of someone deserving of his boundless affection. Speaker's POV: As the morning light filters through the curtains, I find myself captivated by her peaceful slumber. She lies there, an ethereal figure in the soft embrace of dreams. I can't help but marvel at her beauty – the delicate curve of her cheek, the way her hair cascades across the pillow like a dark waterfall. She's perfect, in every sense of the word, though I suspect she doesn't see it herself. My heart swells with determination to change that. When she stirs awake, I can hardly contain my adoration. With every kiss and every embrace, I shower her with the affection she so richly deserves. Her skin is a canvas of whispered praises, each touch a brushstroke of my devotion. As I offer to prepare breakfast, the warmth in her eyes ignites my soul. I'm resolved to make her realize the treasure she is. In the cocoon of our shared space, I remain by her side, an unwavering sentinel of her satisfaction. Her desires become my purpose, and I'm content to linger here until every one of them is fulfilled. She deserves nothing less than the universe, and I'm committed to proving that to her, over and over again.
Transcript
😗 Nobody in the chat room can hear what I'm saying in this recording. Good morning. Good morning baby! So freaking gorgeous! So cute! I'm gonna kiss your forehead.
Sleep with your little eyelids. And your little cheeks. My favorite.
And your lips. I'm sorry. Need more sleep? You sure? That is a big stretch today.
I've been up a while. I'm just watching you. In a non-creepy way, yes.
I can watch you if I want. Why? You're the most adorable, beautiful, little angel I've ever looked for on earth.
What did I ever do to deserve you sweetie? Come here. Give me a hug.
That's it. You're so gorgeous when you wake up. Yes you are.
Hey, I say so. You're the most gorgeous when you wake up. So cute.
I know I'm being annoying. And I'm enjoying it very much. I've been sitting here watching you for like an hour and a half.
Holding all my love in. Squish you and cover you in kisses and cuddles. Perfect, perfect, perfect angel.
Yes, perfect. Perfect. For that whole hour and a half.
I kept watching you. I could not think of a single thing I would change. That means you're perfect.
I know no one's perfect. But here we are. You.
You. I will fight you over this. Do you hear me? I will fight you.
There, we found one thing where you're not perfect. You can't take me. I know you can.
I know you can. Yeah, see I told you. I'm right.
You can't take me. I'm also right that you are the most beautiful. Gorgeous.
Angel. No matter how hard you resist. I will drill that into your head.
I will make you believe it. I will make you live it. So snugly.
No, I won't tickle you. I'm just kissing you. All over your little body.
All over. Can I ask you something? What did I ever fucking do to deserve you, Angel? No, no, no, no.
There's not enough being a good person or being nice or funny or cool or awesome. Not that I am any of those things. There's not enough of that in the world to warrant getting such a gift as you.
What do you mean? How very dare you. I am nice to you all the time.
I'm just feeling a little extra cuddly today, I don't know. Sue me. You even smell nice.
You sound nice. You taste nice. You feel nice.
You delight to all the senses. I think since it's the weekend we have nothing important to do. I know you had plans.
I know you wanted us to go out and go for a walk. Get some breakfast. And what else did you.
.. What did you want us to. ..
Don't tell me. Do not tell me. You wanted us to go for a walk, have breakfast and you want us to go to the library and look for some more books for you.
And maybe if we had time you wanted to go look at some furniture. Even though you've. ..
In my humble opinion, we have plenty enough furniture. Who am I to stop you? See, I do listen to you.
Even though you think I don't. I listen. I'm just sometimes distracted by your beauty and your sing-song voice.
Hmm. Where was I? You're distracting me.
Knock it off. I think we should just stay here. We could always do that tomorrow.
But I think today we're gonna have a nice day inside and where I can appreciate you. Yes. We're gonna have a you-appreciation day.
Hmm. Sounds perfect, doesn't it? No, no, no.
Don't you start blushing. I think we've been long overdue. Just have a nice you-appreciation day where I show you how much you mean to me and how much I love you.
Because I want to. Because you deserve it. Because I know that this world can never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever show you truly what you deserve and how sweet you are and how perfect you are.
And that's why it's my job to it's my job to take all the stresses of this world and rip them off you and show you just exactly how amazing you are. Yes, I am. Yes, I am good to you.
Because you deserve nothing less. You deserve much, much more, sweetie. You deserve nothing but love, adoration, respect, cuddles and breakfast.
You want some breakfast, baby? Yes, you can have anything you want. Pancakes, yes.
What else? Oh, no. If we don't have it in the house, I'll go get it from the store.
Don't you worry. Anything else you want. I'm sure we do have orange juice.
I bought some last night. Perfect. I'll go knock out a few right now.
Not yet? Okay, baby, not yet. I will not move a muscle until you tell me to.
Just stay here. Make sure you're nice and warm and cozy. Are you cozy, baby? Yes.
I am the best blanket, aren't I? I'm not crushing you, that is. I'm not crushing you, that is.
What is it? Don't be shy. What is it, baby? Don't be shy.
Tell me what you want. If you're not going to tell me, I'm going to have to guess. There's only one thing that you're still shy about for some reason that I can't fathom.
You horny? My sweet baby. I know.
You don't even have to say yes. Just your blushing tells me that you are. How many times have I told you when you're horny, you tell me so I can take care of you.
Not even for you. For me. Yes, for me.
Giving you pleasure is my reason for existence. So when you're horny, do not fucking hide it from me. You're denying me my pleasure.
You're going to deny me and torture me and have me sitting here thinking that you're frustrated and not getting taken care of. I didn't think so, but it's what you're doing. I know it's not easy to just change, but please try.
Please try to just tell me what you want. I know I'm good at guessing, but sometimes some things might slip through the cracks. So tell me, please.
Okay? How do you want me to take care of you? Dealer's choices.
I have some ideas in mind. Kissing my way. I found this amazing body of yours.
Most beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.
Body of yours. Yes, it is. Yes, it is.
Shush. You shut up and listen, okay? You have the most beautiful, alluring, sexy body in the world.
I can't even look at you without wanting you. I swear. I know.
I know I'm nice. But I'm not being nice when I say it's so hard to get this through to you. I wish you could read my mind.
I wish you could see you through my eyes. Well, actually, then you'd become super up your own ass and arrogant if you actually saw yourself as how I see you, so maybe not that far. But I wish you could just know deep in your heart that when I tell you that you are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on, you'd believe it.
We'll get there, sweetie. We'll get there. If it takes a year or two or ten or fifty, I will make you know how much I love you.
How amazing you are. Morning, Mr. Bellybutton.
Good morning. My love's beautiful, sexy breasts. I could just spend hours here kissing them, licking them, sucking them, getting them hard for me.
You're getting goosebumps, baby. Good kind, I hope. So beautiful.
So sensitive, too. But we have something more important to take care of, don't we? Yes, we do.
May I, please? Please. Slide these cute panties down.
Thank you, baby. Hips up. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. How do you not see it? How can you not see how fucking gorgeous you are? I'll never understand.
I will never understand how you can't see how fucking sexy you are. Every move, every line, every curve, every inch of your skin. It's perfect.
It's perfect, I swear. It's fucking perfect. Can I have a taste? Yeah.
Thank you, baby. Oh. Don't be shy, baby.
You can run your hands in my hair. Mm. Mm.
Mm. Mm, yeah. You can even wrap your legs around my head if you want.
Mm-hmm. Put me wherever you need me. I'm yours.
I'm here for your pleasure. Mm. Mm.
Mm. Mm. Mm.
Mm. Mm. Mm, yummy, yummy.
Mm. God, you're so beautiful. You're so beautiful.
Mm, look in your face. What I pleasure you with is to die for. Mm, really is.
Mm. Mm. Mm.
Oh, are you ready for a finger, baby? Yeah? You want one? Mm, good girl.
Mm. Mm. Mm.
Mm. Mm. Mm.
Mm.
-watering second of every track.