Aerolineas
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- Dec 14, 2020
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As pointed out (by Yukon Nights, thank you) BDSM breaks down into
B-D Ds S-M, I see tons of s, does that mean it would be a good BDSM story? (As opposed to, say, 'Group Sex' as 95% of the time there are 3+ participants in the active sexual activities.) Is control without any physical pain a BDSM activity? (Sorry I have just never seen a need to 'define' what it 'is' before.)
Carol(female) meets Harv(male) and Dylan(male), they become friends, business partners, and lovers. the business fails and Dylan leaves while Carol and Harv move on to work together as employees elsewhere. Carol is very submissive and offers herself sexually to all of her male friends, Harv marries Carol, they move around going from job to job until the opportunity arises to start another business together.
(I don't want it in LW, I'd rather not publish it than have it in LW. There is nothing misogynistic in it, and Harv is not a 'cuck' or a 'pimp.' She is not a 'whore,' maybe she is a 'slut,' but isn't that just a word that describes a woman who enjoys sex as much as a man does? Her friends are mostly her co-workers, she is an equal and respected on the job, she just chooses to 'give of' herself.)
IMHO paragraphs 6 & 7 Evoke the mood of the piece.
While I am pretty much freely used by all of the guys in the ‘club,’ I married Harv because he completely understood that I needed boundaries. He isn’t afraid to do what is good for me, regardless of what I tell him that I want. He pays attention to me, acts in my best interest, and is invariably right. Most of all he understands my need to have someone else control my orgasms. I live by the notations on the kitchen calendar. I go from two weeks of constant stimulation and constant orgasms to two weeks of receiving the same stimulation -- just on a different schedule -- without reaching a single orgasm.
It is heaven, and it’s hell, all wrapped together tightly, and I love it. I'm being true to my basic biology, a ‘human animal’ forsaking neither half of myself. I’m locked -- with a tiny suitcase lock -- in my leather chastity belt while I’m at work, kept completely naked in our apartment, and used on demand by the ‘guys.’ I wear a conservative one-piece swimsuit to the complex’s swimming pool, although they may finger me there if nobody else is present; and a sundress, without panties if I have a chaperone, or over that locking chastity belt if I am not with one of the ‘guys.’
Thanks
B-D Ds S-M, I see tons of s, does that mean it would be a good BDSM story? (As opposed to, say, 'Group Sex' as 95% of the time there are 3+ participants in the active sexual activities.) Is control without any physical pain a BDSM activity? (Sorry I have just never seen a need to 'define' what it 'is' before.)
Carol(female) meets Harv(male) and Dylan(male), they become friends, business partners, and lovers. the business fails and Dylan leaves while Carol and Harv move on to work together as employees elsewhere. Carol is very submissive and offers herself sexually to all of her male friends, Harv marries Carol, they move around going from job to job until the opportunity arises to start another business together.
(I don't want it in LW, I'd rather not publish it than have it in LW. There is nothing misogynistic in it, and Harv is not a 'cuck' or a 'pimp.' She is not a 'whore,' maybe she is a 'slut,' but isn't that just a word that describes a woman who enjoys sex as much as a man does? Her friends are mostly her co-workers, she is an equal and respected on the job, she just chooses to 'give of' herself.)
IMHO paragraphs 6 & 7 Evoke the mood of the piece.
While I am pretty much freely used by all of the guys in the ‘club,’ I married Harv because he completely understood that I needed boundaries. He isn’t afraid to do what is good for me, regardless of what I tell him that I want. He pays attention to me, acts in my best interest, and is invariably right. Most of all he understands my need to have someone else control my orgasms. I live by the notations on the kitchen calendar. I go from two weeks of constant stimulation and constant orgasms to two weeks of receiving the same stimulation -- just on a different schedule -- without reaching a single orgasm.
It is heaven, and it’s hell, all wrapped together tightly, and I love it. I'm being true to my basic biology, a ‘human animal’ forsaking neither half of myself. I’m locked -- with a tiny suitcase lock -- in my leather chastity belt while I’m at work, kept completely naked in our apartment, and used on demand by the ‘guys.’ I wear a conservative one-piece swimsuit to the complex’s swimming pool, although they may finger me there if nobody else is present; and a sundress, without panties if I have a chaperone, or over that locking chastity belt if I am not with one of the ‘guys.’
Thanks