Sir and I are having dinner tonight with that friend of his that found my tumblr. I’ve met her once before and she seems really cool. And I’m looking forward to getting to know her a little better.
Especially since it’s a little awkward that she’s seen my naked body on the Internet a whole lot and is friends with my boyfriend and knows an obscene amount about our sex life. So, you know, some vanilla friendship might be good, too. To balance this stuff out.
See, I’d want to be something like this for you.
But I’d need the reassurance that you would stroke my hair every so often after you put your drink down.
I don’t want to just be a table. I want to be your table. The best fucking table you could have. Even if and when I mess up.
This is one of my favorite games.
I like to play a little game, when you can’t speak. It’s a mean little game, but I find it amusing. You find it infuriating. That’s quite possibly what amuses me so about it, but then I always was a sucker for your reactions.
I like to talk to you, hold long conversations when your only input is the most monosyllabic of moans, perhaps a ‘uh uh’ if you really try. So I do your half of the conversation for you, because I’m generous like that.
“You know, the way you’re looking at me, it’s almost like you like being tied up and gagged like this. Do you like it?” You fix me with a piercing, angry gaze, all furrowed brows and needles for eyes.
“You mean you do? Oh that’s wonderful news. We should keep you like this more often then! I’d hate to get in the way of you and your passions.”
And so forth. It’s just a little game, but it’s one I enjoy ever so much.
Won’t you indulge me?
Fear is an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac.
That means you don’t have to approach every encounter with genuine excitement and assuredness. Sometimes it’s good to be reticent, afraid. So long as you’ve consented and you trust anyone involved, being frightened of what is to come can be just fine. In fact, you might even enjoy it.
With a lot of the female libido being dependent on anticipation, build-up, words, foreplay, preludes to the main event than the actual finalized actions, naturally fear is a great tool when wielded correctly. It’s just another suspension of time, another little subplot on the way to the climax.
I definitely get this way. When someone topping me tries to prove a point by denying me in some way, I just can’t handle it. I’m far from subtle when trying to communicate how I really think the dynamic should be working.
I believe some people call it “topping from the bottom”.
Eaten alive.
