sex

Behind Closed Doors

I thought we were done for the moment.

Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.

The audience commented how hot our scene was then left, closing the door and and leaving us alone.

We weren’t done yet though.

She kissed the remainder of my tears away, telling me how happy she was with me and then kissed me.

Hard.

She didn’t bother removing the leather ankle cuffs from me, only removing my hands from the leather cuffs so I could hold her.

I was naked already and before too long so was she, pulling off her corset and underwear then pulling me to the ground.

She reached down and slid me inside of her. A gasp escaped us both.

She rode me, I held her hips and within a minute her eyes were rolling, her back arched and every muscle in her body singing.   

What’s the opposite of sympathy pains? Sympathy pleasure? That’s what I always feel. It’s like I’m mid-orgasm with her.

I moaned and and she quickly pressed her hand over my mouth. Just a few feet away outside that door people where socializing.

I can’t remember how many orgasms she had but before too long she was satisfied and slid off of me. The ache of feeling everything perfect in the world leaving my body overcame me and I’m sure I made a moan that said “please”.

I snuck outside the door, covering my arousal as best I could, grabbed my clothes and joined her again.   

There she was, smiling with that lustful grin she gets when she’s used me.

I melted.

Not all of me, but most of me.

“Fuck”, I said with a sigh and a smile.

“Fuck indeed” she smiled.

Behind Closed Doors

I thought we were done for the moment.

Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.

The audience commented how hot our scene was then left, closing the door and and leaving us alone.

We weren’t done yet though.

She kissed the remainder of my tears away, telling me how happy she was with me and then kissed me.

Hard.

She didn’t bother removing the leather ankle cuffs from me, only removing my hands so I could hold her.

I was naked already and before too long so was she, pulling off her corset and underwear then pulling me to the ground.

She reached down and slid me inside of her. A gasp escaped us both.

She rode me, I held her hips and within a minute her eyes were rolling, her back arched and every muscle in her body singing.   

What’s the opposite of sympathy pains? Sympathy pleasure? That’s what I always feel. It’s like I’m mid-orgasm with her.

I moaned and and she quickly pressed her hand over my mouth. Just a few feet away outside that door people where socializing.

I can’t remember how many orgasms she had but before too long she was satisfied and slid off of me. The ache of feeling everything perfect in the world leaving my body overcame me and I’m sure I made a moan that said “please”.

I snuck outside the door, covering my arousal as best I could, grabbed my clothes and joined her again.   

There she was, smiling with that lustful grin she gets when she’s used me.

I melted.

Not all of me, but most of me.

“Fuck”, I said with a sigh and a smile.

“Fuck indeed” she smiled.

There’s No Gentlemanly Way To Ask…

Asking for something I’m curious about is pretty much impossible for me. Asking for something I already enjoy is equally difficult.

It comes down to a few things.

-It’s hard to not sound like a do-me sub if I were to ask for something.   

-If a guy asks a woman then it’s creepy. If a woman asks a guy, then it’s hot.

-I genuinely don’t want a woman to do something just for my benefit, I’d much rather she do it because it’s what she wants.

-There’s no gentlemanly way to ask someone to fist you.

I’m using fisting as an example just because I recorded a podcast with someone who talked about it and then had another conversation with a friend yesterday and wondering how I’d experience that popped in my brain.

You can use any number of other things to replace fisting. CBT, sounds, mummification, strap-on play, teasing, or just a good old fashioned beating.

How do you ask someone to do something dirty to you like a gentleman? How do you do it without sounding like you’re just being greedy and not interested in only getting your desires met?

I mentioned this on Twitter and had a few interesting replies. I’ll take their names out since I didn’t get their permission to repost. (yeah..I’m a badass mofo)

“Terribly sorry, old bean, but could you be a chum and just give my prostate a little squeeze? There’s a love.”

“Pardon me, don’t mean to be a bother, but could I perhaps have a hand? In my ass, that is.”

“Do be a dear and shove your fist up my ass. It would be greatly appreciated if you could at your earliest convenience.”

“My darling, what lovely fingers you have there. If it pleases you, feel free to massage my prostate with them”

But it’s not just kinky sex. I remember having a conversation years ago with a vanilla woman I was sleeping with. She asked why I never asked her to go down on me.

Her: “Why don’t you ever ask me to suck your cock?”

Me: “Well, I figure you’d do it if you wanted to.”

Her:”But I think it’s hot to hear a guy ask me to suck his cock”

Me: “Will you please suck my cock?”

Her:”No, not now.”

There’s another side having desires.

While playing, I really don’t think about anything other than what’s happening. I get lost in the moment and forget what it was I wanted in the first place. Or maybe I get into some submissive headspace where what she desires becomes what I desire and what I was curious about doesn’t matter anymore. It’s like my sexual desires become whatever is happening, whatever she’s doing to me or having me do to her in the moment is exactly what I crave.

True, if I”m being teased or something, then I’ll really want to fuck or to go down on her, but I don’t crave any other kind of play.

Maybe that’s a good thing. I’m lucky that I’m never wishing for something else while someone is playing with me.

So is there a way to ask someone to play with you without sounding creepy? Or to ask for something specific without sounding like you’re a do-me sub?

Have It Your Way

We were having dinner one night. Throughout the meal she had been complaining about not being able to find a guy to fuck her (her words) the way she wanted.

“All I want is a guy who can get it up and can last more than ten minutes and can fuck me fast and hard or slow and soft, depending on my mood. Is that too much to ask for?”.

She had broken up with her boyfriend a few months ago and her biggest complaint was their unequal sexual appetites. She was one of the few vanilla friends I had that knew about my…. interests.

Me: Why don’t you find a submissive guy?

Her:Um I don’t want to tie up and gag a guy, I just want him to fuck me the way I want.

Me: Most of the sex I have has nothing to do with rope. Usually it’s with either me on top or my head between her legs.

Her: What about doggy style? Do you do doggy style?

Me: What do you think? That I’d tell her I don’t want to have sex in a position just because it’s not with me on the bottom? That sounds more selfish than submissive.

Her: So you’ll fuck her hard and you don’t see that as being dominant?

Me: You mean I do it the way that gets her off and I don’t see it as being dominant? No!

She looked at me in disbelief and started throwing a bunch of what-ifs at me.

Her: What if she wanted you to fuck her in the ass instead of her putting on a strap-on? Would you do it?

Me: Are you drunk? Of course I would.

Her: And you don’t see that as being dominant at all? What if she wanted you and another guy to double-team her?

Me: I’ve done that before.

Her: What? And you two weren’t dominant?

Me: The other guy was vanilla and it was clear that it was all about her so….no.

Her: What if she wanted to get on her knees and go down on you?

Me: Are you insane? What part of “if she’s getting off, then I’m getting off” don’t you understand?

Her: So do you make her spank you after you’ve done something dominant? You know, to even yourself out again?

I could tell she was just giving me shit at this point. Trying to push my buttons. I didn’t answer her.

After a minute or two of silence and deep thinking on her part, she asked me:

“Can you help me write an ad looking for a submissive on Craigslist?”

Hard

Just a few days before I’ll be seeing “her” again and I’m horny as fuck.

So why don’t I do something about it? Why don’t I just jerk off two or three times today like I would normally?

She said she doesn’t want me to.

Grrrrrrrrr

I both love it and hate it.

I could though, just sneak off in the shower and take care of it. She’d never know. But somehow I can’t.

With regular masturbation I can fuck for hours. After a few days without I’ll be lucky to last a half an hour.

She says it makes me even more submissive, that I can be a bit of a smartass or something. Something about preferring me whimpering aching, quivering and hard. Hell I can’t even think straight at this point.

When she first said it I was worried that It meant I acted as though I could care less about her desires unless I was horny. Turns out that’s not the case, but there’s a big difference in my eagerness when I’m…eager.

Why does part of me love it? I have no clue. Well, it has something to do about control and being wanted and taken but my body is screaming at me so loudly right now that I can’t think enough to analyze it.

When I’m finally face to face with her again we’ll exchange pleasentries and talk about how her day was and probably talk about the headlines or something but no matte what we’re talking about, no matter what is coming out of my mouth, one thing will be flashing through my mind and other parts.

Please! Just! fuck me!