mssweetangelina
Queenly
- Joined
- Jul 6, 2003
- Posts
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What I find most appealing about using a strapon on a man is his free submission to it. When it is something that is a dark little secret that no one but he and I know about; something that no one who came across him in day-to-day life would ever suspect; that's when the rush of adrenalin is the strongest for both he and I.
Our extremely healthy sex life is contstantly exciting. He knows me well enough to know that I rather enjoy a male who willingly steps up to the plate and "takes charge"--he knows my weaknesses are his strengths in terms of pleasing me. He knows when he doesn't need to ask; he just does and takes. He knows when a firm touch is called for and never second-guesses himself for he's seldom wrong. He knows that the slightest whimper of pleasure belongs to him and him alone.
Yet this same man has a need so strong that it is something he never speaks about to anyone...other than me. He knows that what he and I share is sacred and the fact that I alone have that knowledge, that power, is erotic in and of itself. There are moments when I must take the reins and lead him where he needs to be led; that secret little place where he must whimper for me as I do him. That place that feeds the longing he has for what only I can give him. He willingly succumbs to my touch, my whispered teases and the raking of my nails across his flesh. When it's time for him to become mine and I enter him, he not only surrenders the control he so strongly maintains in the "outside" world, he surrenders a part of his very soul. His submission is complete in every sense of the word and neither he nor I would have it any other way. As I rock back and forth into him, his moanings and pleadings take us to another place. In this world the only thing that matters is that I take what is mine and he relishes it...longs for it...begs for it. He knows that no other woman will do for him what I do and that fact alone ensures that he will always be mine...
Have I spoken to you? Have I struck the nerve that is a part of you deep down inside? Did this little scenario make you feel more alive than you have in a long time?
I expect you to PM me.
Angelina
Our extremely healthy sex life is contstantly exciting. He knows me well enough to know that I rather enjoy a male who willingly steps up to the plate and "takes charge"--he knows my weaknesses are his strengths in terms of pleasing me. He knows when he doesn't need to ask; he just does and takes. He knows when a firm touch is called for and never second-guesses himself for he's seldom wrong. He knows that the slightest whimper of pleasure belongs to him and him alone.
Yet this same man has a need so strong that it is something he never speaks about to anyone...other than me. He knows that what he and I share is sacred and the fact that I alone have that knowledge, that power, is erotic in and of itself. There are moments when I must take the reins and lead him where he needs to be led; that secret little place where he must whimper for me as I do him. That place that feeds the longing he has for what only I can give him. He willingly succumbs to my touch, my whispered teases and the raking of my nails across his flesh. When it's time for him to become mine and I enter him, he not only surrenders the control he so strongly maintains in the "outside" world, he surrenders a part of his very soul. His submission is complete in every sense of the word and neither he nor I would have it any other way. As I rock back and forth into him, his moanings and pleadings take us to another place. In this world the only thing that matters is that I take what is mine and he relishes it...longs for it...begs for it. He knows that no other woman will do for him what I do and that fact alone ensures that he will always be mine...
Have I spoken to you? Have I struck the nerve that is a part of you deep down inside? Did this little scenario make you feel more alive than you have in a long time?
I expect you to PM me.
Angelina
