A solid, descriptive, and comprehensive negotiation plays a big role in creating the big sexy energy bubble I want to exist in during our scene.
It's hard to reconcile mourning something that you know wouldn't be right for you anymore, even if it were here.
I want to do it again. I want to understand why last night my tolerance for pain was so high I couldn't feel any of it; where other nights the sting of a slap on the ass makes the walls turn white.
...there were moments when my every move stopped being about what I thought would get him excited, and became purely about what was driving my own pleasure.
Whenever I see a photo or read a writing from another larger-bodied femme, it makes me feel so happy, and proud, and represented.
I'm craving the escalation of everything. I want kisses with teeth. I want hugs with claws and texture. I don't want to be led, I want to be thrown, forced, and taken.
Do you sacrifice the pleasure of your flesh for the frisson of your power?