Hand Upon My Waist
He guided me with such gentle persuasion….
His hand laid softly and yet firmly upon the curve of my waist….
We had just come out of a Vegas show and into the casino throng. Me having no sense of direction, of course began to go the wrong way. But then I felt this caressing pressure on my hip and waist nudging me to turn to my right instead of my left.
It was not demanding nor forceful and yet it had a confident firmness that gave me comfort and made me willing to put my trust in the man guiding me. Instead of feeling overwhelmed with the masses of people and noise, I felt confident and somehow graceful. That firm gentle hand upon my waist was letting me know that I was treasured and in safe care and with that my body relaxed and was fluid in movement.
I could feel the tension leave my shoulders, my neck, and then my face… I know I must have had a sybaritic expression on my face, in my eyes. Sigh, to be cared for, protected. Deep inside of me, I knew that all his concentration was on loving me safely through the twists and turns of that casino. It made me feel so beautiful, like a precious jewel on a velvet cushion, displayed for the world to see.
Feeling this way, my confidence rose and it was almost like it commanded the attention of others, turning heads. I have been told repeatedly in the past that a confident woman is a stunning woman. It was in this guided experience that I, for the first time, realized the accuracy of those words. Graceful, elegant, classy… beautiful, were all the things I felt as a woman in that moment. Indeed, it was in that moment that I fell in love with being feminine.
Who would have thought that a man’s firm, gentle, guiding touch could create such sweet freedom to be a woman in her beautiful glory? So, yes please, to that special man who treasures a woman in such a charming loving fashion, you may be my guide with your hand upon my waist any time.
