Those who hide their innermost naughy urges, afraid to reveal them for fear of embarrassment, might feel vindicated when hearing their lover(s) express some of their own dark cravings.
"I know you've always wanted to try this-or-that... Now you must hear what I would like to try..." or
"You always like to do such-and-such to me.... Let's reverse roles and see how YOU like it...." or
"So... You went and did blah, blah, blah, did you? ... Well, now you're gonna find out what it feels like, 'cuz
I'm gonna do the same... in SPADES!"
Such expressions of sentiment and desire can be scary, and aren't for everyone. They can also be very scintillating.
A lover once told me of her gangbang fantasies. When I questioned her narcissism, she drew me up short: "Oh, Come Now, don't tell me you wouldn't like to be the center of attention at an all girl orgyfest! Use your mind to put yourself there and tell me you wouldn't like it!" I got the point, even if it was hard to cope with her own lusty appetite for dreaming about taking on a crew of studs.
She once turned aggressive on me, whipping out a long plastic dildo, pushing me down on my knees and abusing me with it, taunting me with lewd talk and doing her best to be "a guy." I played along, but the biggest turn-on for me was looking up at her from my momentarily subservient position and seeing how turned on SHE was getting trying to sound nasty and macho. She was calling me all kinds of dirty names and forcefully thrusting the plastic cock into my smirking mouth. "This is for all the times you made me suck you off!" she snarled, as she thrust her hips at me. "This is my revenge. I like the view from here. I like to look down at you and watch you lick it... " she continued, rubbing the head of it all over my face.
The truth is, I had never forced her to do anything. She was just play acting. But in the process of being "forced" by her, I got a glimpse of something she apparently fantasized about, something I hadn't known.
She got so worked up that she eventually tossed the dildo aside and just had me munch on her cunt while she stood there and continued taunting me verbally. But eventually she had to lie down on her back in order to cum.... So, after playing the "bad ass" for a time, calling me nasty names, threatening to take pictures of me "sucking dick" (and show them to her girlfriends), and pimp-slapping me with her fake cock, I re-assumed the 'superior' position between her legs and made her beg to be fucked good and hard.
Still, I learned how sexy and exciting it was to "service" another, and the sense of sublimated power I experienced got me really horny. Chances are, I wouldn't have learned to appreciate that aspect of sexuality so much without her leading me to it by giving vent to her own frustrated, sexually aggressive, "macho" passions. Also, I wouldn't have known that she herself wanted to be playfully abused and mandhandled in precisely the way she was doing it to me.
Believe me, that was something well worth learning!
A cyber-lover once confided that she craved oral sex, but that her husband wasn't obliging in that catagory. She had occasion to pass through our town on her way to visit another city. I met her at an airport hotel and "serviced" her orally for an uninterrupted hour. Unfortunately, that is all that time would allow, and that's the only form of sex we had. I came, she stripped, I remained fully clothed and went down on her. The only thing she did was squeeze my hard cock through my pants and moan. I acted like a trashy slut (in the "good" sense of that term), and she thanked me profusely afterwards. She waved and smiled as she boarded the plane, and I know that we both felt really good inside. It was a very sexy experience! She flew on to be with her husband and I went home to the wife.
Again, once she released those pent-up cravings and allowed herself to express them, I felt somehow vindicated and releaved of some anxiety regarding my some of my own modest "perversions." The point is, allowing imagination and fantasy to find expression in thought, word or deed can be exilarating not only for the one having the fantasy, but also for the one privileged to share the experience.
Stories about situations where a person's hidden naughty fantasies are expressed, where the person having the fantasy imagines being propelled "over the edge" by desire and lust, are among the most interesting to read. So, close your eyes, let your mind wander, give vent to those frustrated urges, and start typing!
"I know you've always wanted to try this-or-that... Now you must hear what I would like to try..." or
"You always like to do such-and-such to me.... Let's reverse roles and see how YOU like it...." or
"So... You went and did blah, blah, blah, did you? ... Well, now you're gonna find out what it feels like, 'cuz
I'm gonna do the same... in SPADES!"
Such expressions of sentiment and desire can be scary, and aren't for everyone. They can also be very scintillating.
A lover once told me of her gangbang fantasies. When I questioned her narcissism, she drew me up short: "Oh, Come Now, don't tell me you wouldn't like to be the center of attention at an all girl orgyfest! Use your mind to put yourself there and tell me you wouldn't like it!" I got the point, even if it was hard to cope with her own lusty appetite for dreaming about taking on a crew of studs.
She once turned aggressive on me, whipping out a long plastic dildo, pushing me down on my knees and abusing me with it, taunting me with lewd talk and doing her best to be "a guy." I played along, but the biggest turn-on for me was looking up at her from my momentarily subservient position and seeing how turned on SHE was getting trying to sound nasty and macho. She was calling me all kinds of dirty names and forcefully thrusting the plastic cock into my smirking mouth. "This is for all the times you made me suck you off!" she snarled, as she thrust her hips at me. "This is my revenge. I like the view from here. I like to look down at you and watch you lick it... " she continued, rubbing the head of it all over my face.
The truth is, I had never forced her to do anything. She was just play acting. But in the process of being "forced" by her, I got a glimpse of something she apparently fantasized about, something I hadn't known.
She got so worked up that she eventually tossed the dildo aside and just had me munch on her cunt while she stood there and continued taunting me verbally. But eventually she had to lie down on her back in order to cum.... So, after playing the "bad ass" for a time, calling me nasty names, threatening to take pictures of me "sucking dick" (and show them to her girlfriends), and pimp-slapping me with her fake cock, I re-assumed the 'superior' position between her legs and made her beg to be fucked good and hard.
Still, I learned how sexy and exciting it was to "service" another, and the sense of sublimated power I experienced got me really horny. Chances are, I wouldn't have learned to appreciate that aspect of sexuality so much without her leading me to it by giving vent to her own frustrated, sexually aggressive, "macho" passions. Also, I wouldn't have known that she herself wanted to be playfully abused and mandhandled in precisely the way she was doing it to me.
Believe me, that was something well worth learning!
A cyber-lover once confided that she craved oral sex, but that her husband wasn't obliging in that catagory. She had occasion to pass through our town on her way to visit another city. I met her at an airport hotel and "serviced" her orally for an uninterrupted hour. Unfortunately, that is all that time would allow, and that's the only form of sex we had. I came, she stripped, I remained fully clothed and went down on her. The only thing she did was squeeze my hard cock through my pants and moan. I acted like a trashy slut (in the "good" sense of that term), and she thanked me profusely afterwards. She waved and smiled as she boarded the plane, and I know that we both felt really good inside. It was a very sexy experience! She flew on to be with her husband and I went home to the wife.
Again, once she released those pent-up cravings and allowed herself to express them, I felt somehow vindicated and releaved of some anxiety regarding my some of my own modest "perversions." The point is, allowing imagination and fantasy to find expression in thought, word or deed can be exilarating not only for the one having the fantasy, but also for the one privileged to share the experience.
Stories about situations where a person's hidden naughty fantasies are expressed, where the person having the fantasy imagines being propelled "over the edge" by desire and lust, are among the most interesting to read. So, close your eyes, let your mind wander, give vent to those frustrated urges, and start typing!
