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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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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I’m not a back seat driver and I don’t top from the bottom. Or at least, I don’t intend to.
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Blindfolds and sensory deprivation. The delicious flip of anticipation when you’re left to guess at what comes next, the false sense of security when whoever you play with breaks their pattern and surprises you. How it enhances your senses, makes you aware of your breath and brings you more fully into the present.
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“I still need you to hurt me,” I said, looking up at TSH. I felt lovely and loose and relaxed after my spanking but there was a bit of me that craved more. I grinned. “I need you to fasten me to the bed, and tease me. Wind me up until I can’t take any more. Hurt me hard. Make me grip your cock with my cunt when you finally let me come.”
“Wait there,” came the reply.
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