Posts tagged: bdsm
lately, I’ve been in a series of strange little moods… all directly related to the lack of sex I’ve had lately… being single kinda does that… however…
I’ve been noticing that a pattern has been developing… I get fairly agressive and eager for some rough sex… domination sessions… heavy physically intense moments of pure raw lust and desire…
I’ve had an urge for the following:
1) restraints, vibrators, blind folds, ball gag, various sensory implements (pain sticks, crop, flogger, wax, knives/blades), and my “victim” strapped to a cross or rack
2) restraints, chair, hitachi and other vibrators, blind fold… and whispered instructions telling my poor “victim” that they are for my pleasure alone, regardless of how many times they cum, I will have my way with them when they are done in the chair
3) having said “victim” laying out before me, no implements, no objects of restraint… just her laying before me, staring only at the ceiling. She’s not allowed to look anywhere but up. I watch her breathe, her chest rising and falling, I touch her gently with my finger tips, tracing every curve of her body. Watch as goose bumps rise across her body in reaction to my touch… spending as much time needed to invade her mind with the silence and the sole experience of my touch…
all three of these I have been craving before engaging in sex… I’ve been starving in a sense for some good interaction like this… anyone care to play?
:-)
LMAO…I know a Dom who I could actually imagine saying this.
What a Casanova :)
I’m being a little devious today… and this is the mood I am in…
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. — Anais Nin
Sometimes what seems like surrender isn’t surrender at all. It’s about what’s going on in our hearts. About seeing clearly the way life is and accepting it and being true to it, whatever the pain, because the pain of not being true to it is far, far greater. — Nicholas Evans