Does jealousy turn you on?

[shy slave]

A guy on the phone once told me I have a smoky voice (I was trying to sound sexy and maybe overdid it a bit), but Danish??! (gettin' in over my head, here. )

And doing ANYTHING???!! Now that's scary! (Gonna dive under the couch now until all the scary subbies are gone! Hmm, I seem to recall this was where I usually found KC back in the old days....)

Gauntlet thrown down (and audience invited ) but then I uh, chickened out. Oh well, she could probably drag me out by one ankle from under the couch if she really wants to call me on it.

(Hugs for shy slave, whom I missed bunches. )



edited to put the quotey-quotes back in the right places

Danish accents are really sexy especially when they say 'girl, come here' in a really quiet voice

Yes it does make me do anything.....
I told you I had come a long way since we last spoke. He has brought me a really long way, and its great

I am not wrestling Gracie in a bath of chocolate I would end up sitting eating it, if it were cookies Gracie would only go looking in odd places for the crumbs.

So, that leaves..
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mashed pototo




KC can referree, if your going to keep hiding

 

[graceanne]

Danish accents are really sexy especially when they say 'girl, come here' in a really quiet voice

*shivers*

Yes it does make me do anything.....
I told you I had come a long way since we last spoke. He has brought me a really long way, and its great

I am not wrestling Gracie in a bath of chocolate I would end up sitting eating it, if it were cookies Gracie would only go looking in odd places for the crumbs.

So, that leaves..
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mashed pototo




KC can referree, if your going to keep hiding

Wrestle in chocolate? That's sacrilidge! Might make it inedible.

 

[Mike260]

Jealousy has long been a terrific turn on for me. My wife and I have been married for almost 20 years and, until recently, both of us had been true. Then, a few months ago, with my encouragement, my wife began a cyber/phone sex relationship. One night I sat downstairs and listened to her cum with her lover, moaning and screaming for almost an hour. She showed me the emails she wrote him, offering to wear jewlery with his name around her neck, walk around in public in slutty clothes for him, begging him to meet her at a hotel so they could fuck, and offering to fuck others if that's what he wanted.

When they drifted apart, she found someone else, a younger man with a big cock and a beautiful body. She wanted to cum with him every day, listening to his obscenities over the phone and doing even more obscene sexual tasks for him when they were apart. One night I came home late from work to the sounds of her cumming with him in our bed. But it was the flirtatious phone calls, that they shared three and four times a day, that cut me even more deeply with the wounds of jealousy. Once, when she was giving me a blow job, she said that she would do anything for me sexually if I didn't make her stop seeing him.

After that we spoke. My wife admitted that, while she loved me, she wanted to be sexually owned by another man. After everything that had happened, her confession didn't come as a surprise. I had already seen her begging two men to order her to do things she wouldn't have dreamt of doing for me.

The odd thing is, I'm nearly as turned on by this as my wife is. She is always ready to fuck. And I am always ready to fuck her, knowing that when I am inside my wife's pussy, my cock is bathed in wet heat for another man.

I know she still loves fucking me. But she loves fucking them more.

Jesus, this sounds extreme when I read it.

 

[Marquis]

Jealousy has long been a terrific turn on for me. My wife and I have been married for almost 20 years and, until recently, both of us had been true. Then, a few months ago, with my encouragement, my wife began a cyber/phone sex relationship. One night I sat downstairs and listened to her cum with her lover, moaning and screaming for almost an hour. She showed me the emails she wrote him, offering to wear jewlery with his name around her neck, walk around in public in slutty clothes for him, begging him to meet her at a hotel so they could fuck, and offering to fuck others if that's what he wanted.

When they drifted apart, she found someone else, a younger man with a big cock and a beautiful body. She wanted to cum with him every day, listening to his obscenities over the phone and doing even more obscene sexual tasks for him when they were apart. One night I came home late from work to the sounds of her cumming with him in our bed. But it was the flirtatious phone calls, that they shared three and four times a day, that cut me even more deeply with the wounds of jealousy. Once, when she was giving me a blow job, she said that she would do anything for me sexually if I didn't make her stop seeing him.

After that we spoke. My wife admitted that, while she loved me, she wanted to be sexually owned by another man. After everything that had happened, her confession didn't come as a surprise. I had already seen her begging two men to order her to do things she wouldn't have dreamt of doing for me.

The odd thing is, I'm nearly as turned on by this as my wife is. She is always ready to fuck. And I am always ready to fuck her, knowing that when I am inside my wife's pussy, my cock is bathed in wet heat for another man.

I know she still loves fucking me. But she loves fucking them more.

Jesus, this sounds extreme when I read it.

Whatever works for you man, I thought it was pretty hot.

 

[Marquis]

To the shock and horror of my poor submissive, I've been incorporating more and more jealousy type play into our routine. I make her strip on webcam, let friends feel up her tits in person.

Good fun I say.

 

[Mike260]

Thanks for the kind words Marquis. From my experience in the past, people can get pretty judgemental about this kind of thing.

Mike260

 

[Mr. Mann]

Wow.

Tons of insight in this thread. TONS!

Lots of food for thought!

 

[DVS]

*shivers*



Wrestle in chocolate? That's sacrilidge! Might make it inedible.

You and shy covered in chocolate? Now, just think of this sceneario...after your match, you are both covered in chocolate. You are both bound, spread eagle and all of the men in the audience come up and lick the chocolate off of your bodies.

There would be chocolate EVERYWHERE...in all of "those" places. You'd both be blindfolded, and so all you'd feel is all of those male tongues licking and licking and slurpping up the chocolate and...well...eventually, you'd both be um...licked clean.

 

[Hester]

 

[Marquis]

I think sadism and masochism aren't so far apart as we sometimes paint them to be. Really just internalized or externalized versions of the same drive.

When I flog my sub as hard as I can, I want to see how much she can take, but I also want to see how much I can take. It isn't easy beating something so pretty.

 

[Hester]

I think sadism and masochism aren't so far apart as we sometimes paint them to be. Really just internalized or externalized versions of the same drive.

When I flog my sub as hard as I can, I want to see how much she can take, but I also want to see how much I can take. It isn't easy beating something so pretty.

i'd have to agree with this. i know in many ways i am both, which has cause me some confusion and created issues for me with labels.

 

[Marquis]

i'd have to agree with this. i know in many ways i am both, which has cause me some confusion and created issues for me with labels.

Labels are merely points of reference. We all call the color of an apple red, but does it really look the same to everyone?

There is scientific evidence to support that some people see the light spectrum inversely, but how would you know?

All we know is that an apple looks "red" to me, and to you.

Unless it's a golden delicious, or a granny smith, of course.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

No, jealousy is completely pointless. It doesn't turn me on at all.

 

[Recidiva]

I think the potential for being jealous and being able to control it is sexy.

Without trust and respect, it's wildfire, but I used to flirt like crazy around my husband online, once joking to another guy "You know I only hang out with him to get to you" Totally innocent and just like the stuff I say, but he just shook his head and said "I didn't like it."

So I don't provoke it, or say anything like that any more. But I know it's there. It's also nice to know he'd happily beat to death anybody who hurt, insulted or just looked at me funny, or tried to take me away from him (although I'm expected to handle that on my own).

So it's definitely a spice in the mix. One that makes the dish hotter, but too much and it burns, too little and it's bland.

 

[Hester]

Labels are merely points of reference.

definitely. my problem is that i get bogged down in minutiae.

 

[siren319]

Jealousy

I can't say that jealousy is a turn on for me from the point of being the jealous one. I am rarely jealous, though I do find on the rare occassion that jealousy sinks in that I am much more likely to push the bar or go the extra mile to regain attention. In my head it is regaining my goddess complex, because it doesn't cross my mind that another woman might be better than me.

Having been honest about this goddess complex though... I have to admit, I am rather turned on by others' jealousy. It is a massive aphrodisiac to see other women lose their mental grip because they are intimidated by my presence. I still don't understand it because I'm not a playboy model or anything.

Even this jealousy has its limits though. Serious jealousy that leads to controlling behavior is a huge turn off.

 

[siren319]

I could save so much time just by saying I agree with whatever ricidiva said,

considering as soon as I look it over I realize it is basically the same point.

 

[siren319]

to further ricidiva's point

I agree, I like knowing the jeolousy is there but I don't push it. Having said that, I find jealousy that messes with someone's own self-worth to be a turn off. If a man becomes jealous in such a way that he signals his questioning whether or not he is worthy of my attention, I usually assume he is not. It's probably cold but my self worth is not easily shaken and I dont have the patience to coddle someone elses. I don't like someone being that dependant on what I think.

A tinge of jealousy from someone who knows he is worthy is a great aphrodisiac. Its a compliment. From someone with low self worth it feels like my attention is just a favor to them. Wow that makes me sound like a bitch... maybe I am.

 

[shy slave]

You and shy covered in chocolate? Now, just think of this sceneario...after your match, you are both covered in chocolate. You are both bound, spread eagle and all of the men in the audience come up and lick the chocolate off of your bodies.

There would be chocolate EVERYWHERE...in all of "those" places. You'd both be blindfolded, and so all you'd feel is all of those male tongues licking and licking and slurpping up the chocolate and...well...eventually, you'd both be um...licked clean.

DVS

I am so shocked

A whole post and no mention of anal sex!

Are you ill??

You poor man, come and lay down over here until you feel better.

Andante is not the jealous type, but he may want to watch if your going to stay awake instead of sleeping until your back to normal posting

 

[shy slave]

Have been thinking a great deal about jealously

I hate being jealous, but I do get that way.

I think at times its not that I think he may choose to be with someone else, more about the attention he is giving that person.

I wish I could say its because we are in an LDR and see so little of each other but that is not strictly true.

I have always been jealous, although I try to keep it in perspective and he does not give me any reason to feel jealous.

But its the one thing I really dislike about myself.

 

[Recidiva]

I agree, I like knowing the jeolousy is there but I don't push it. Having said that, I find jealousy that messes with someone's own self-worth to be a turn off. If a man becomes jealous in such a way that he signals his questioning whether or not he is worthy of my attention, I usually assume he is not. It's probably cold but my self worth is not easily shaken and I dont have the patience to coddle someone elses. I don't like someone being that dependant on what I think.

A tinge of jealousy from someone who knows he is worthy is a great aphrodisiac. Its a compliment. From someone with low self worth it feels like my attention is just a favor to them. Wow that makes me sound like a bitch... maybe I am.

Absolutely. I can only handle jealousy tempered with trust and love. I'm possessive and I like thinking "Mine!" and I like that he thinks the same thing.

But we don't exacerbate it, ever. Hell, I don't even mention a guy looking good and we never check people out in each other's presence. It's just nice to know it's there, and we share it.

I've experienced destructive jealousy, where it turns people against each other, but that's not attractive at all, and has ended more than one relationship of mine. I'm sure a lot of guys would be jealous if their wife was hanging out, writing erotica and such...and if he didn't trust me and his own pull on me, that would suck. However, it's a bit of an ego boost for him to know that even with all this temptation...I'm not going for it. So used judiciously and for the benefit of the couple, and not anyone else, it's nice.

And you don't sound like a bitch. It's makes perfect sense to me.

 

[Mike260]

My Wife. I think I'll keep her.

To me this is jealousy. It is expressed in an erotic letter I wrote to my wife. I love her dearly.

"I love you too, and for so many years. We have shared so much, and grown together until our hair has begun to gray. The world is still full of surprises, but no longer wafts with the daily aroma of newness. We have traded the expectancy of limitless horizons for the sweet unkempt safety of our home.

But into that safety has come the lure of illicit sex.

Mother and wife. With a pussy she shaves every day for an enigmatic man she has never met. But wants desperately. A man who will lock her in his basement tied to a post in the pitch blackness, alternating between whispers of erotic poetry and cruel, dispassionate pain. She is bound. Blindfolded and confused. She waits and he beats her, sometimes in erotic percussive rhythm, other times without warning. He nurtures the tortuous loneliness of the dark, leaving her aware that he is in the room but not knowing where he stands in wait, when he might speak to her, or what tool he holds in his hand. She cries, begging him, without words, for kindness. She wants love and affection. But her loneliness can be comforted only by his cock. Sucking it like a pacifier or a thumb, gently quieting her tears, resting her cheek in his sweaty loins, the comforting scent of a man.

He could be her savior. And is. He unties her, and holds her tight and warm. He removes the blindfold and looks deeply into her eyes. He lets her kiss him. Their bare chests touching as she slides her palms up and down his strong back.

Tenderly, he cradles her face in his hands and smiles. It is time for them to make love.

In bare feet they walk together to the bed he keeps in the corner of the basement. She had not known it was there. Feelings of gratefulness and love overwhelm her until she bursts into tears. The dark place he has taken her is not one just of cruelty. It is also a place where she can slumber in his arms dreaming of the soft kisses he plants on her hair as she sleeps.

It is time. He gracefully and firmly guides her by the hips to her position on the bed. On her hands and knees. Her ass in the air waiting for him. He wants her doggy style. Like a dog. He slaps her once hard on the ass, not for pain or drama, but because it is what he does. Who he is. He says to her, "It is time for you to get fucked by me." He moves his cock, hard and thick, to her entrance. Her breath is stolen by the importance of the moment. For 20 years, since before he proposed marraige, she has had only her husband inside her. This will change that forever and there will be no taking it back.

The man behind her laughs and hoists her ass higher, into better position. She is exposed. Aware that he is looking at her asshole and her pussy. Smelling her. She wants him to fuck her so badly. The man she has pined for and dreamt about. This new man who thinks about sex as if it were poetry. Who, she knows, in his strange way, worships her.

"Please," she gasps. "Take me." His cock plunges into her pussy. He fucks her and fucks her. Savagely. His cock is like a piston. She moans and screams in his basement, where no one will ever hear her. Her ecstacy echoes and whips around the room, unbridled, feral, wild. No one will witness this but him, the man who is the giver and receiver of the gift that makes her a wild animal brazen with sex. It is their secret.

He comes with a grunt, and pushes her off him. She can't stop panting, her heart races dangerously near careening out of control. She is still in free fall. But at the same time perplexed by the memory of him crudely pumping her until he came.

"It is time for us to leave here," he says to her. He takes her by the hand and they walk together, naked, up the stairs. He unlocks the door to the basement and brings her to the master bedroom, where they will sleep together, under satin sheets...until dawn.

In the morning she will board a plane and return to her life, measured out in skinned knees and Diet Cokes."

 

[FurryFury]

To me this is jealousy. It is expressed in an erotic letter I wrote to my wife. I love her dearly.

"I love you too, and for so many years. We have shared so much, and grown together until our hair has begun to gray. The world is still full of surprises, but no longer wafts with the daily aroma of newness. We have traded the expectancy of limitless horizons for the sweet unkempt safety of our home.

But into that safety has come the lure of illicit sex.

Mother and wife. With a pussy she shaves every day for an enigmatic man she has never met. But wants desperately. A man who will lock her in his basement tied to a post in the pitch blackness, alternating between whispers of erotic poetry and cruel, dispassionate pain. She is bound. Blindfolded and confused. She waits and he beats her, sometimes in erotic percussive rhythm, other times without warning. He nurtures the tortuous loneliness of the dark, leaving her aware that he is in the room but not knowing where he stands in wait, when he might speak to her, or what tool he holds in his hand. She cries, begging him, without words, for kindness. She wants love and affection. But her loneliness can be comforted only by his cock. Sucking it like a pacifier or a thumb, gently quieting her tears, resting her cheek in his sweaty loins, the comforting scent of a man.

He could be her savior. And is. He unties her, and holds her tight and warm. He removes the blindfold and looks deeply into her eyes. He lets her kiss him. Their bare chests touching as she slides her palms up and down his strong back.

Tenderly, he cradles her face in his hands and smiles. It is time for them to make love.

In bare feet they walk together to the bed he keeps in the corner of the basement. She had not known it was there. Feelings of gratefulness and love overwhelm her until she bursts into tears. The dark place he has taken her is not one just of cruelty. It is also a place where she can slumber in his arms dreaming of the soft kisses he plants on her hair as she sleeps.

It is time. He gracefully and firmly guides her by the hips to her position on the bed. On her hands and knees. Her ass in the air waiting for him. He wants her doggy style. Like a dog. He slaps her once hard on the ass, not for pain or drama, but because it is what he does. Who he is. He says to her, "It is time for you to get fucked by me." He moves his cock, hard and thick, to her entrance. Her breath is stolen by the importance of the moment. For 20 years, since before he proposed marraige, she has had only her husband inside her. This will change that forever and there will be no taking it back.

The man behind her laughs and hoists her ass higher, into better position. She is exposed. Aware that he is looking at her asshole and her pussy. Smelling her. She wants him to fuck her so badly. The man she has pined for and dreamt about. This new man who thinks about sex as if it were poetry. Who, she knows, in his strange way, worships her.

"Please," she gasps. "Take me." His cock plunges into her pussy. He fucks her and fucks her. Savagely. His cock is like a piston. She moans and screams in his basement, where no one will ever hear her. Her ecstacy echoes and whips around the room, unbridled, feral, wild. No one will witness this but him, the man who is the giver and receiver of the gift that makes her a wild animal brazen with sex. It is their secret.

He comes with a grunt, and pushes her off him. She can't stop panting, her heart races dangerously near careening out of control. She is still in free fall. But at the same time perplexed by the memory of him crudely pumping her until he came.

"It is time for us to leave here," he says to her. He takes her by the hand and they walk together, naked, up the stairs. He unlocks the door to the basement and brings her to the master bedroom, where they will sleep together, under satin sheets...until dawn.

In the morning she will board a plane and return to her life, measured out in skinned knees and Diet Cokes."

*purrs*

Hot stuff and you can spell too! Bravo!

Fury

 

[FurryFury]

And btw, what did your wife, feel, think or do with this lovely, hot, sordid stuff you wrote?

Fury

 

[petitepussy_21]

as a competitive and feisty woman, emotions play a major role in my sex life. when i get jealous, which doesn't happen often , i definitely use sex to get over it.. and anger, whole other story..