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Reaquainted with rough
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Reaquainted with rough V showed up late Thursday. He�d asked me for a couple favors. I was pissed because his life and issues had now suddenly spilled into mine. That�s not what I�m about. No entanglements. Not sure if he picked up on this from our phone conversations, but he sure picked up on it when he saw me in the hotel room. Once again, he surprised me. Instead of picking a fight or being an ass, he kissed and cuddled. I had a number of things to say to him, but my body ignored my plans and went ahead with its own. I�m so easy. He pulled up my dress (I�d forgotten my underwear on my bed at home) and fingered me, then pulled off his pants and entered me. It felt so great. I didn�t want to come and held off as long as I could, mad the whole time. It took 3 or 4 minutes for the first orgasm. We just went from there. A couple times we made it most of the way off the bed, me on bottom, arched back, the top of my head against the floor, hips on the mattress, legs wrapped around him. Or I�d brace my leg against the wall beside the bed and give myself a calf cramp when I orgasmed. It would�ve been more fun if I wasn�t mad. After about 3 hours of this, we rested. That�s when I had my talk with him. It went well, actually. I think like a guy and in this case � spoke guy-language. It was a good conversation and lasted for quite a while. I drew boundary lines and they were clear. He got something to eat, we fucked some more, he slept (I slept a little, but I�m a light sleeper), he had some conference calls and I had some errands to run in regard to him and his favors. I wasn�t pissed off now, getting fucked sore usually puts me in a good mood. Then we went on with the rest of our day. Friday Evening I met back up with him late Friday afternoon. We would�ve met earlier but I�d managed to get myself lost trying to avoid traffic. The usual (for me). We ended up getting cheap hotel room at the upper end of the strip. It got intense and rough. He did a couple of things I�d never had done before. It went far enough to be a little scary � that moment where I know the other person is in their own world and I can�t stop them. The moment where I don�t know what they�re going to do next. I guess it�s the moment I know I�ve lost control of the situation. Some people ride roller coasters or<b> parachute. </font></b>I like this. I just have to be careful in finding people who have an idea of what they�re doing and who can stay in control of themselves. There�s often a very fine line between a bruise and real damage. This is not for the willfully ignorant or inexperienced. I just got through talking about boundary lines. It�s funny. I draw distinct lines with where someone falls in my life. But I have almost no boundaries in bed. It�s the one place I let go. I want it to be messy, complex, intense. I need to lose control. I love it. It�s been a long time since I�ve had good, rough sex. It makes me vulnerable, emotions open. It�s a very malleable state of mind. It was interesting to process through because it�s been a while, plus I�ve never gotten so intense with someone I didn�t have a deep relationship with. And I know next time will take this even further. I�m ready for it; not sure that he is. The Details I'm sure a lot of you want the details. While I've already learned in life that my deepest desires turn off a lot of people, the real issue that I'm not much of a kiss-and-tell person, plus I don't want anyone seeing this as a receipe. Suffice to say it was based on (obviously I was completely consenting) and assault. Other than some overall soreness and maybe a couple small bruises, none the worse for the wear. It's using the physical to get to the mental. Well, and the orgasms are much more intense. When it gets to this point, it lasts until he says it's done. One of the beauties of the surrender. No, I don't use safe words. I've rarely ever had to. A change in attitude can convey all the neccessary meaning. Besides, I believe in challenging my limits. Challenging his. One of us will give out before the other. Of course, if it's me who gives out first, I still suffer through the rest. But that hasn't happened. Suffering is one of the things I'm after. Vanilla This doesn't mean I don't like vanilla sex. I sure do. My definition of vanilla includes things most vanilla people probably don't, but still nothing outlandish. And I don't get to this stage without vanilla sex first. We have to get along at the basic level first before getting advanced. |
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6/28/2008 3:33 pm |
sounds sexy and wonderful..love it rough..love it gentle too..love it all way..
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Very hot. And insightful. R
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