WritingCouple94
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I believe in feminism. I insist on the rights of women as equals with men in all ways.
As a practical matter, and as a matter of preference, when I'm alone with my husband, I put my feminism on a shelf. It's something I want to know that I have, but I don't want to actually live it.
It is an enormous turn-on to have a husband who is five inches taller than I am, eighty pounds heavier, and strong enough that he can impose his will on me. I like him telling me what to do. I like the burn in my blood when he acts as if he can order me around and expect me to obey him, and I like him not taking 'no' for an answer.
There is a difference between having a right versus actually using it. I'm almost never on top (unless I'm giving oral). I rarely say "no", and when I do, I know he's going to grab hold of me and do it anyway - and in a matter of seconds I'm yelling "Damn You!" as I'm enjoying the thrill of being forced into something that I didn't want but enjoy the hell out of.
(I'm writing this sentence with him looking over my shoulder. His hands are on me as he is reading the post above. I'm about to get laid. I'm going to resist just enough to get him to hold me down).
Yes, this is pretty obvious run-of-the-mill cliched drivel, but it's what I like. The challenge will be to give it more detail and story texture as we try to write stories.