bdsm-sex

I was craving a chance at the lifelong fantasy, and I had that. That was a one-off thing. I was looking for an experience, Eric, not wanting to cultivate a habit.

It was an obsession, it was a compulsion. "The way to banish temptation is to give into it," the saying went. Maybe if she experienced a gangbang, it wouldn't be such a big deal, and would no longer be the focus of her sexual imagination.

I participate in BDSM, but I wasn't abused as a child. I don't hate women, or particularly enjoy hurting women. Sometimes I make them feel pain, but it's consensual, it serves a purpose__o get them off__nd they can indicate that they wish me to stop at any time. I do like the power I get from total submission, and the trust that my partner puts in me to give me everything, from her mind to her body, while expecting nothing in return__xcept the understanding that I won't violate that trust.

In my experience, the romance novels written about BDSM have about as much in common with actual BDSM relationships as a child playing with a jump rope.

You can't make a woman love you. Not even with duct tape.

I know what you want, darlin'. You go on and ask me nicely and you might just get it.

It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

He who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command

Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure! Always your goal is pleasure. Pain, yes of course! Yet pain must only be used as a means to add to your sub's sensation of pleasure. To do otherwise is un péché noir - a black sin. Such will tarnish the soul. André Chevalier

This wasn__ romance. This was a hardcore Master out and out driving her to the upper level of madness, where her body was going to come completely to pieces before he was done. Cruel, but she craved his brand of cruelty.

Oh, was that what you meant? I figured you were speaking of your manner of whoring. I should have known you were wanting to fuck me too.

No need to fret, pretty one. I hoped to catch you alone here

Love _is not enough. It__ something deeper, stronger, and harder, almost painful. Something I want to keep inside of me forever, but at the same time throw it away because I know having it so deep and feeling it so strong can only be detrimental for me. I have others to think about. I have a different kind of priority.

You will get exactly what you deserve Polly,_ comes the firm reply, __ou can trust me on that_ But if you do _ trust me I mean _ I promise you an unparalleled climax._ She pauses, gazing deep into my frightened green eyes. __t__ your call Polly, all yours.__ allow my aching body to decide for me.__unish me please, mistress,_ I say in a very small voice.

Here__ to a tasty lunch,_ she says, winking at me.It__ the strangest thing, but I actually feel my body respond to her. Beneath their lace prison, my nipples harden and send a jolt of arousal across my midriff and down to my thighs. I take a long sip of champagne and eye Rachel hungrily. I can__ be sure if it__ the alcohol or the company but I already feel giddy.

Alistair would never reject her, never make her feel ashamed of her desires...never make her hold back._ - Felicity (The Pleasure Room)

The strikes continue ruthlessly. I brace for each blow, numbering it as the heat subsides, and enjoying her tender exploration of my swollen lips in between. The rhythm pulls me through the assault and, all too soon, I acknowledge the tenth strike.

So the question is, what can I do to motivate you, Polly?__he eyes me salaciously and I drop my gaze, unable to return the intensity. Gently, she uses one finger to lift my chin and make my eyes meet her own. They are a vivid blue and alive with desire for me. The air around us is charged and the tension is palpable. My soaking pussy is a testament to how much I already want her__ell?_ she asks, breaking my train of thought. I gaze at her face; just a few inches from mine.__ _ I__e never done this before___one what Polly?_ Rachel chides, removing her finger. I miss the contact immediately and am rueful to have upset her. She raises one eyebrow at me. __hought about what motivates you?_ she asks, sardonically.____e never been like this_ with a woman, I mean__he rises from the sofa in one fluid movement and stands above me.__neel Polly.__urprised by the order, I blink at her before I respond.__xcuse me?__achel smiles at me.__et. On. Your. Knees,_ she says, articulating each word, and pointing to the floor in front of her. __ am going to find a way to motivate you.