Domination/submission
Well a friend of mine asked me the question of whether I like Domination/submission and which side I was into or whether I liked both. He also wanted me to write about it.
I actually can't recall a whole lot of role playing that got real serious. I do remember a few times getting my husband to be the submissive one and doing most of what I told him to do. Although I don't get gross or anything. I don't ask him to lick my shoes or anything. It is more of a gentle directing of what I would like for the evening. Like go down on me now. Suck it like that. Harder, faster, slow down. That sort of thing.
As far as being submissive. I think women are put in that role a lot. Whether it is intentional, not really. I like for a man to just take me, as long as I trust him. I like to be slammed against a wall and fucked hard now and again. It hasn't happened like that for a long time. The last time I can remember really rough sex was years before my son was born. Hell I think it was probably before I was married, but it was with my husband.
We used to be really playful. We have lots of toys. One of the reasons my husband got together with me was because I was a sexually free person. I don't have a lot of hangups about sex. My parents were very open and honest people and told me everything and some stuff I didn't want to know.
I do like to use handcuffs and feathers. I like to please a person when they are tied up and they can't really do anything about it. But I also like to be in that position myself. It can get really hot that way. To be teased to the point you can't stand it anymore. And you are begging to be set free just to get some relief. But it can lengthen the expierence.
I like to wear costumes to set the mood. I have a cheerleading costume. I have a plastic dress. I have this whole body stocking thing that is like fishnets. I have sexy underwear. I also have regular sily nightgowns.
The last really fun thing I did was the cheerleading thing. I even have pom poms. I also have a red wig. I spelled out my husband's name and tickled him with the pom pom's. But that has been the most interesting sex lately. And that was about 3 months ago.
I am sure there are other moments. I can't seem to recall them right now. When I do I will write about them.
See you in the moonlight.
posted by Saphire Lover @ 11:32 AM
12 comments
12 Comments:
Those pictures are great!!
I can't believe how much better your blog is with a few photos. I should do that.
What is your plastic dress like? That sounds pretty hot. Where/why/how did you get it?
I appriciate you posting more frequently. I enjoy reading your blog.
One thing I think is very intersting about D/s is the power held by the sub. None of it would be possible if the sub wasn't willing to turn over control of their body to the Dom.
Initially, one would think that bondage goes hand in hand with D/s, but once you get into either one, you realize that they can go hand in hand, but truly they are very different. Bondage can take the form of everything from being tightly bound which can inflicting pain, to merely holding your lovers arms above their head while you pound them.
You mentioned handcuffs, are there other aspects of bondage you enjoy?
Well my plastic dress is like a gunmetal grey. But it is a metallic shiny thing. It is very short on me now, but when my ex bought it for me it fit perfectly and I wore it in public a little bit. It has a zipper that goes down the front all the way to the bottom of the dress, easy access. It is so tight on me that I don't need to wear a bra and it hold me in place perfectly. It has a tank style on the top, with a scoop neckline, unless I unzip it a little. Not that i need to. It shows plenty. It is actually the dress I want to wear for pics that I would like to eventually post of myself on the site when I have access to a digital camera.
Damn, that sounds hot. Can't wait to see it.
Well, looking back... I can't really complain too much regarding our history. Good sex, all around, says I.
Who are you anonymous? Are you who I think you are, or are you the one that complained about me?
And have you visited the site before? I hate not knowing who someone is? If you don't want to tell your real name, make one up so if you come back I will know who you are by the post at least.
Just good sex, nothing stands out about being fabulous or better than good?
No... don't think I ever complained about sex with you. Can't really recall a time when there was ever, "bad," sex between us. Could have been a combination of factors: being comfortable with each other, willing to experiment, and just rousing, bed-busting multi-orgasmic sex-sessions. Ah, memories...
Anonymous, you still didn't leave a name. I am not entirely sure who you are. Although I do have a pretty good idea.
Anon, I think you should recall and type a couple of your memories and if you leave anything out I can expand upon it. I just don't seem to have enough material lately.
Where should I leave the, "material?" Would here suffice?
1. We already talked about having sex on the golf course. I loved coming up with the idea of you yelling, "Fore!" every time you orgasmed.
2. There was one night when we parked near Mt. Cutler Falls (off of Seven Falls in the Springs) and were having sex in the back of your car, when the cops came and busted us. The reason that was so memorable was I distinctly recall the lights from the cruiser playing over your body, across your back: in that glare your ass looked perfect.
3. Another time when we were having sex at Palmer Park, and you were screaming so loud, the coyotes were yowling and yipping back at you in response. Talk about communing with nature.
4. Or, sneaking into your room/guest house/garage while you were living with your dad and having sex all night long: it was especially memorable, as you had some very lovely chimes by your bed, and you would run your fingers across them every time you came.
5. And, that one weekend where we watching porn together and acting it out scene-for-scene... the best was you lying on your back with your head hanging off of the bed/chair/couch we were using and deep-throating me upside-down.
I could go on and on, of course... it's nice to have memories like that to muse upon, and remember back in the day when it seemed like we simply couldn't get enough of each other. Good times and bad, through the happy stuff and the not-so-great times... there was never a shortage of mutual indulgence, was there?
I kind of like being called, "Anon!" Nice ring to it, like, "Aeon," or somethin'...
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