When you think about it, the whole BDSM scene is about consensual violence, a total oxymoron if ever there was one.
The most interesting toy by far was one that another couple brought: an electro play set. It had sticky pads attached to a device that delivered varying levels of voltage directly to the skin. We passed it around and most people tried it on their arms or some other low-risk body part. I was daring enough to pull down my yoga pants and try it on my clit.
HIM: If someone asked me to list my sexual interests in order of preference, voyeurism wouldn’t be anywhere near the top. I’ve definitely had some good times watching other people have sex, but overall, I think I get more turned on by what’s going on inside my head than what others are doing around…
So, this was it, that thing that everyone talks about! That amazing space where every touch, every smell, sets off fireworks in your senses.
So there I was on top of you, carefully positioned so he could straddle your legs while still being between mine. It took a few adjustments, but he eventually got in and started thrusting. It was crazy intense!
I know we did cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy-style, him doing me from behind with me hanging my head over the edge of the bed, spooning, then positioned at the end of the bed so we could both watch him enter me in the mirrored headboard. We both loved that.
If opening up your relationship is a fantasy you hope to make a reality, you might imagine that having sex with other people is all fun and easy. Just mix three or more horny people together and let the carnal geometry unfold. If only!
The empathy piece is a big factor for both of us. Maybe we struggle to come from oral simply because it’s hard for us to sit back and greedily enjoy anything. We’re both givers by nature, not takers. Maybe we’re just too nice to be good swingers.
Yes, I remember that night. I wanted so badly for him to put his gorgeous cock in me, but I felt like I wasn’t allowed to take that next step until you were in the room.
At one party, I was grinding with a dude who told me to check out his shorts. It felt like he had a baseball bat on his leg! He grabbed my ass and asked how much I could take. I said nine inches was about my max. He said ‘I’m packing at least ten, but I promise to be gentle’.