Yeah, I’ve totally caught myself grabbing my own ass during this kind of play, too.
bdsm
The trust here is so tangible. She trusts him to know her limits. She also trusts he’ll push them.
You know what they say: A little Sasha in the morning does the body good.
I’ve been fantasizing lately about being invited over by a gorgeous couple and taken into their bedroom. They know I want to fuck, I know they want to fuck, we wind up in the bedroom, I think we’re all going to fuck.
She goes to adjust the lighting and sits down on the bed and starts removing her stockings. He steps over to me and undresses me as I pull his shirt off. She walks over to us with a roll of tape and he takes it from her. He wraps my wrists, then my ankles, then covers my mouth.
Then they lay me down at the foot of the bed and fuck each other at the head of it so I can watch.
I guess I should be careful what I wish for. Or not.
Sent to me by a certain someone after he read a particular tumblr post about himself. It’s good to be known so well.
Model: Rigel for Suicide Girls
I may have kind of been obsessed with this picture for a while.
The neck kiss + the throat grab + the cross tattoo = The makings of something awesome.
The cutie in the photo seems to agree with me.
Before me, my last boyfriend wasn’t terribly taken with bdsm. It wasn’t that he was turned off by it, it was just that he didn’t understand much beyond the stuff he saw in pop-ups or the movies. He didn’t understand the root of it, he just understood how it manifested itself.
When we met, I was shocked at how open he was to everything. Not even just sexual stuff, but the stuff that came first. He was so candid, so amazingly transparent that it was hard not to feel comfortable around him. And I think that was what made me so uncomfortable at first. I didn’t want to just give myself away to someone so quickly. When I trusted, I trusted completely. When I fell, I fell hard.
He was pretty quick to comment on how “closed” I was. Probably about the third thing he said to me was in reference to how he thought I had a wall up. I tried to explain, but he didn’t get it. I said, “I’ve been hurt.” And he says, “well, everyone’s been hurt.” And I said, “I trust people pretty heavily.” And he replied, “well, so does everyone else.”
It wasn’t until the first time he dominated me, about six months after we met, that he saw what I meant. I went along with everything he tried as he explored this new role I’d given him. He saw how fragile I could be, how trusting I could get, and how hurt I could be made. My last relationship with a man before him had ended because we couldn’t transition from dom and sub into something else. The emotions didn’t match the desire and the transition out of the relationship was terribly difficult for me.
I was afraid to give someone that much of myself again and yet, for some reason, I gave this new guy an inch. Which turned into a mile and then a whole roadtrip of a wonderful, fulfilling relationship which is now a beautiful friendship. But I didn’t know that when I first let him dominate me. I assumed I could create an emotional disconnect like I could with just hooking up, but I couldn’t. I was already giving the inch, the mile, maybe even some of the trip.
When we finished, I was curled up on the floor, clinging to his leg like a buoy post-shipwreck. I wanted to tell him what this all meant to me, how much I’d given, what he’d signed onto, but before I could even find the words, he looked down and said to me, “I get it now.”
I definitely deserve some of this right about now.
But I don’t think there’s a time when I don’t deserve it.
perfection.