OctoberRust
Virgin
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- Mar 7, 2011
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She is bathing now. I did not instruct her so. She simply behaves instinctively as she knows my desire. My heart threatens to wrestle me down to the ground. My balls ache. The uber geek in me can barely contain sheer excitement. The caged dominant within tells me to man up and give her the hard fuck she wants. Yet the helpless romantic steals center stage and calls for subtlety. I have as many dominant fantasies as the next guy. Why is it so hard for me to dominate her in the way she desires?
“I want to have my body used for pleasure. Cum on me I am your little bitch.”
We have been together for over a decade now. Although I am dominant outside the bedroom; inside we have always enjoyed a switch sex life, sharing of power, the occasional swing, and omnipresent drive to push fantasy and taboo. I am an early thirties lost soul. She is a mid twenties firefly. Over the last few years my rock and roll life has finally caught up with me, and there by extension with her. Now I afford to eat, room and board, and go to school only because she slaves away at her modeling career. Photo shoots with a horny photographer who is compiling his next nude portfolio places food on my table. Recently she has hinted that she wants me to be more dominant in our sex life. I know what you are thinking, and I agree with you: I am undeserving.
Yet here I am sneaking in a quick diary in an otherwise blackened room. Scented candles, thick incense, and a switchblade symphony mp3 are my supporting peers. In a few minutes she will rise from her bath, walk into this sanctum, and take me in her mouth.
So I open the floor to you. If you are the superior dom, or if you are the empathetic sub then lend your voice and wisdom. Troll me like a bitch if you like. Or pass on some word of experience.
“I want to have my body used for pleasure. Cum on me I am your little bitch.”
We have been together for over a decade now. Although I am dominant outside the bedroom; inside we have always enjoyed a switch sex life, sharing of power, the occasional swing, and omnipresent drive to push fantasy and taboo. I am an early thirties lost soul. She is a mid twenties firefly. Over the last few years my rock and roll life has finally caught up with me, and there by extension with her. Now I afford to eat, room and board, and go to school only because she slaves away at her modeling career. Photo shoots with a horny photographer who is compiling his next nude portfolio places food on my table. Recently she has hinted that she wants me to be more dominant in our sex life. I know what you are thinking, and I agree with you: I am undeserving.
Yet here I am sneaking in a quick diary in an otherwise blackened room. Scented candles, thick incense, and a switchblade symphony mp3 are my supporting peers. In a few minutes she will rise from her bath, walk into this sanctum, and take me in her mouth.
So I open the floor to you. If you are the superior dom, or if you are the empathetic sub then lend your voice and wisdom. Troll me like a bitch if you like. Or pass on some word of experience.
