He had been in and out of my life for years. Each time I saw him in the past I swore it was to be my last. He was arrogant, refused to kiss me and his emotions were encased in a hard shell that revealed very little of who lived inside. Why in the hell did I ever agree to meet with him. Let alone fuck him! He was raw sexuality...that's why! And deep inside there were times when only his rough exterior would fill my need.
Yes I needed him. He was the gladiator slave after a match in the arena, showered, muscles pulsing and skin oiled down for pleasure. When we met it was on equal ground. Two doms pulled toward each other through an intense sexual attraction. D/s was replaced by raw sexuality and surrender to each ones dark appetite. Nothing soft. Nothing romantic. No pretense that there was more between us than angry lust. Each time I became lost in him and each time I left saying never again.
The calls and texts started. It had been almost a year since I last saw him and his memory had faded away. Personal issues had devoured his time and now he was back with a hungry, aching ass needing to be fucked. Pictures of his disciplined body and impressive cock started to flood my phone along with videos of him cuming hard. He knew me well and what I liked and was pulling out all he had to convinced me to see him again. At first I told him no. I argued that he was too cold and I wasn't interested. Find someone else. But...no one else would do. Not for what we both sought from each other. After three weeks I said yes.
I got to his house and found the back door unlocked just as he said it would be. I walked through the hall way and could hear the rich melodic music coming from his back bedroom. It was a sound reminiscent of Gregorian monk chants. I walked into the dimly lit bedroom and he was as I always found him. Standing, legs wide apart, naked, oiled and working his cock. Six feet of shaved, tanned, muscled sexuality ready to devour his prey. His intense, penetrating eyes revealed his appetite as he looked up from his preparation. There was no "Hello, How are you, Good to see you again." Only a surveying of who stood before him. Then he spoke, "Take off your clothes." The sound of his voice matching the strength in his gaze. I could feel my body, soul and spirit instantly bristle at his command. Then remembered why I was there. To get what we both needed from each other.
Silently I began to unbutton my coat, not looking away but keeping my eyes on his. I held back the smile that was inside being pleased with my decision on attire. I dropped my coat to the floor standing before him in only my heels. A deep growl left his lips. He walked behind me and pressed his hard cock against my ass cheeks. Grabbing a handful of hair he pulled my head to the left as his mouth attacked my neck and shoulder. I felt his teeth grazing along my skin and although I didn't want any visible marks, I longed to feel him piercing my flesh. He expertly bit into my shoulder and neck as one hand moved along my hips and up to grab and pull on my breasts, the other crashing deep inside my cunt. I was pinned against him and fell into his rhythm. I wanted to be washed away by the tide of his energy. He effortlessly lifted me and turned me towards him. My legs wrapped around him and I felt his dripping cock pressed between us. His mouth continued to explore my flesh, his breath and wet lips leaving a trail of evidence behind each assault. His hand grabbed my hair and pulled me into him, my mouth against his mouth. It wasn't a kiss, but a claiming of property. A branding to not be forgotten.
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I sometimes consider time my enemy. But when it comes to developing a relationship, time is my friend. When elements of D/s are part of that developing stage, time really is my friend! I seek intensity, passion, knowledge of a man's soul and desire for my company. There is nothing casual about how I go about developing a relationship. It's an investment of my time and energy both of which are highly valuable! And he should feel the same when it comes to his investment in me.
I have lost track of how many times I have heard of the shallow connection that couples allow to infect a once passionate union. The heat that brought them together has cooled under the weight of living day to day under bills, raising a family and commitments they have made to others. A faded memory takes the place of the hunger that never seemed to be satisfied, always leaving them continually hungry for each other. In that vacuum fantasies rise and the human heart longs for capturing once again a fire that makes them feel alive. Unless there is acceptance and love creating a safe place to share those fantasies a heart will search elsewhere. Such is the need of the human soul to feel passion and desire. With age comes the knowledge that true intimacy is being fully known. To be known is to be vulnerable and embraced completely.
To be vulnerable and embraced completely takes time. That's why time in that environment is my friend. Vulnerability needs to be on both sides. A dominant learning the communication style of her submissive and willing to be vulnerable in expressing her desires, needs and unfolding expectations. I say unfolding because each relationship is unique and for me the expectations evolve over time as the knowledge of each other increases.
All of this sets the foundation of Earned Surrender. Mutual respect and trust is the corner stone on which that foundation is laid. Pleasing one another, exploring and discovering the treasures, dark caves and bright spots. Seeing the weakness that lies in us all and embracing it with strength. As a dominant knowing there will be many times I want him to rise up and hold me, run his knowing hands over me, inside me and claim me as his own during times of emotional struggles on my part. The humanity between us never forgotten.
He feels my mouth, hands and fingers exploring him inside and out. His body reaches up for my touch begging me for more; to own him more, to take him more, to claim him more. My need for him grows as he opens up physically and emotionally filling my soul with his light and darkness. His revealing eyes express what many times his mouth is unable to speak.
This is the reward of time well spent. An ongoing surrender of souls between two and a commitment to keep the passion fresh with intimate knowledge.
To celebrate Saturdays and that we all need a diversion or two, here are a few of my a favorite Eye Candy today from my tumblr site Sexual Destinies!
What is it about a well formed male body, decorated artistically with tattoos that gets me wet and my heart racing? First it says to me that he's aware of the importance of keeping fit and healthy. Second he accents the lines and curves of his body with his heart. Every mark begins a story waiting to unfold to whoever will listen. Every image speaks words that the skin can't contain. Third it reveals vulnerability and says to me, "Can you hear my heart beating?"