I’ve never enjoyed vanilla fucking. Until TSH sex was pretty mediocre and boring. It didn’t excite me and certainly didn’t turn me on. Yes, I could orgasm and having someone’s attention was nice, but quite frankly, I really didn’t understand the fuss.
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TSH bound me tight, arms and torso trapped in place. He leant over me, “I’m going to hurt you.” A shiver ran through me of ‘want not want’ as I saw the look on his face. And then he taped over my mouth so I couldn’t speak, and blindfolded me too.
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I love being gripped. Big, firm handfuls that make me feel owned. Large, bruising grabs that make me whimper, that make me wet with desire. TSH took a picture, a teaser of what he could possibly do next… It was fun!
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My past means that I do have ongoing struggles with some sexual activities. And whereas even eight months ago, I’d have called some of these things nightmares, I’m taking big steps.
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TSH backed me into the doorframe, trapping me in position with his body weight, a sure-fire way to turn me on. But rather than manhandling me, he planted a delicate, counter-intuitive kiss on my lips.
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