Hard, work roughened hands, interlocked with mine
Pulled into His chest, my Face resting against His heart, arms behind my back with His fingers still wrapped around mine.
My happy place, control and choice removed from me for a while.

My fantasy that I am not sure I will ever find.
He would have to be mentally stronger than me and know me.
Physically, older or around my age.
With the right amount of gentle respect and Dominance, to be able to receive submission without demanding.

He would also have to be real enough to one day touch me physically as well as mentally.