He began pulling things out from the suitcase, one at a time, showing them to me - explaining to me what they were, how they were used, and then he'd use it gently on my outstretched arm. After each item he would ask me how I felt about it, have me rate my level of interest in using it, and set it aside.
What I know now, I know because I made some mistakes and learned from them. A lot of my guidelines work for me and not necessarily for other people.
I realized how very few times in my life I've actually allowed myself to fail at anything.
une in for a lengthy and fascinating discussion with Anton Fulmen, a kink and sexuality author and educator who specializes in consensual power exchange.
Imagine thinking that you failed at accepting polyamory in one sentence, and in the next being so fully accepting of his polyamorous identity that you're willing to end the relationship rather than try to force him to change.
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.
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