Several months have sailed by since I read something like this, about D/s. Funny, but reading this r
Several months have sailed by since I read something like this, about D/s. Funny, but reading this reminds me I know very little, but curiosity hums a daily hymn through my body. I cannot dim it or ignore it. I’ve tried.W/we, this part of U/us, go on and off; it cools then heats. I do not envy Master, and wonder if He ever feels pressure to be consistent or keep me focused with tasks and instructions, regularly. This, my first experience of D/s, thankfully I have no former partner who was even remotely kinky. I have little-to-no expectations…but I do have, again, curiosity.I have never trusted any man enough to open myself up past “great sex” – yes, past satisfying intercourse and exasperations of clumsy foreplay. For one, the physical contact (or lack thereof) managed to be enough, as did the fumbling around oral sex (I gave; receiving was awkward and, I wanted to please rather than allow someone enough famiarity to please me.)I slept with some just to be touched or to be consumed with the wild and lopsided passion a drunk might have for a nightcap. I was never seeking (nor did I experience) an adoring, teasing or, forgive me for saying, Loving partner.His formidable spank to my bottom, that first night in my bed, the bed I write from now, changed everything I knew about coupling.And I am still so hungry to know more, with Him.Almost two years, soon… . 60 more to go, He says. SmartSurrender -- source link