The Exquisite Pleasure of Childlikeness in a Woman

I have said that I love a strong but very feminine woman. This may come as a surprise to some, but I also love J’s childlikeness. This very sensible, strong, grown-up woman is sometimes adorably childlike. Not childish, childlike. There is a big difference. Childlikeness is fun, vibrant, cute, full of life, hope, optimism, trust, and vulnerability. Childishness is being an annoying, petulant brat, and that is not what I’m talking about (though she can do this on occasion as well…)!

One of the things that I love is when J is looking up at me through lowered eyelashes, giving me a little girl look. She does this quite unconsciously, it’s not an affectation or calculated to manipulate, it is just something she does that’s a part of her – one of the many different facets of her. That look she gives me is a submissive look that says she is accepting that I am in charge, and it is an acknowledgement that we both know that I am in charge and that that is the way we both want it.

When she does this, it has an instant effect, flooding me with desire and making me melt with love for her. It makes me feel loved, warm, tender, and it makes me feel gentle and protective towards her – except sometimes when it makes me want to take her in hand over my lap straight away for being a naughty little girl!

When J looks at me in a childlike way, she seems so little, vulnerable, in need of protection, love and care. It is an expression of vulnerability and trust in me. She is trusting me to look after her, and that feels good to me.

There is a lot more to J than this, of course. She is an adult, and a very competent, strong one at that – I must emphasise that this is just one facet of a wonderfully complex character that I love. That said, I’m glad that she feels able to show different facets of her personality with me. It makes life far more interesting.

I’m not sure why J’s childlikeness has such a powerful effect on me (maybe someone will write in about this?) but perhaps the vulnerability and trust it implies appeals to the protective man in me? It does make me feel very aware of the fact that I am a man, a real man, and responsible for caring for the woman I love so much.