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| alexandraa |
It's surprising how a couple of glasses of red and a serious dose of full fat Italian garlic imbued carbohydrate can raise the spirits. The session was helped along by the company of my witchy work colleague, a good 6 hour session of laughing and gossiping, plus a solid and thorough swapping of notes on lovers old and new. Yes we talked cocks. Of course we talked cocks, sex, places we'd had sex, antics we'd got up to etc etc. We only had 6 hours so we scarcely scratched the surface... <grins wickedly> And yes she couldn't believe that Colbeh could make me cum just by telling me and then of course she wanted to meet him... Hahahhahah. She didn't fancy the pain though. Foolish woman. You can't get a better combination than Colbeh, sex and pain. Oi hands off you layabouts you'll have to die should you go near him. Yes, yes I know I'm not his any more but that still doesn't mean I won't have to kill you if you go near him. You've been warned.
Now where was I? Oh go on then let's talk sex. You're forcing my hand again aren't you? When I first met Colbeh I considered myself sexually experienced, in fact he considered me sexually experienced, in fact a great deal of Yorkshire considered me sexually experienced... OK OK I exaggerate. I'd had one or 2 lovers... <innocent whistle> Remembers with a grin the vague number she gave Colbeh... The point is. I thought I knew A LOT. I knew bollocks. In his hands I felt like an innocent victim no no hahha... a willing victim more like but a fumbling school girl, a naive virgin, an incompetent spinster.... any and all of those.
It was the mind control of course, the submission, the dynamic. Never in my life had I given a man sexual control of me. He knew that too which of course added even more to the intensity of the power exchange and his ability to tease and humiliate me. I had been used to having the sexual power, the control, pleasing myself, putting on a show, leading the poor idiot men by their noses. So easy to manipulate, so easy to control. Until i met him. I delighted in the fact that at last here was a man not to toy with.
Looking back over my life so far what a journey of exploration I have made. When I left my ex husband some 5 years ago I made a vow that I was going to excel at sex and just have the most wicked time. I'd had such disappointing sex during my marriage I just knew there had to be something else out there. To be fair I'd always longed for bondage, control, dominance and erotic pain and it simply wasn't my ex husband's bag. As much as I'd try and make him dominate me it just didn't work.....
I've learnt so much about myself since then. Been taught so much by Colbeh. I've learnt so much about my body's responses and desires. I've learnt that there is indeed no intensity so great as giving yourself completely to the man you adore and the man that delights in taking and giving in return. For me that intensity is heightened by erotic pain.
Poor vanillas.
Am working on getting my witchy friend to the London munch. She neeeeeddddsssss this lifestyle I tell you, simply neeeeeddddssss it. Come to that I need this lifestyle. Couldn't give it up any more than I could give up breathing.
Edited Sat 21 Aug 04, 3:57 PM by alexandraa
