Girls on Top

When I first had sex with Kelly it seemed natural to kneel before her, kiss her feet before working my way up to kiss the labia, massage her clit with my tongue, kneeling in adoration before she drew me gently to my feet. We kissed before she made me lean over the bed.  She spanked me hard and I was still stinging when I felt cold lube around my anus,  heard the slap of a surgical glove being pulled on before she moved her delicate fingers inside me, probing my back passage. At first, I tensed up, clenched the muscles, before her soothing words helped me relax.  I was surrendering to her, giving her my body to play with. She fingered me for several minutes, pushing in fingers, two then three, moving rhythmically in and out and building up to an intensity I found almost unbearable.

It was with relief that I felt her withdraw, before she lay beside me and I went down on her licking greedily at her pussy , then finger fucking her as she massaged her clit  I played with myself with my free hand, fucking her harder and faster until we came, together.

Then I knelt before her, head bowed, before gently, lingeringly, kissing her feet.  I lowered my head and touched the floor with my forehead. My worship of her was as arousing as the sex that has sparked my adoration. I was horny, so fucking horny. So we did it again before lying together, drinking gin and tonic until it was time for her to go, to get home before her husband.

In those moments I realised , what I had not been fully aware of before, which is that that I am still deeply sexually submissive with women. Dominant and sadistic in BDSM contexts, but in the bedroom with a woman, I need to worship, to adore the beauty of the female body, the most precious flower my lover keeps for me.

With men it is different and my sadism is a key part of becoming aroused for sex with men. I love the different smell of men, the hardness and angularity. But, at a deep level, I want to punish them for not being soft and rounded and beautiful as my female lovers are. The pleasure I get from hurting them as they strive to pleasure me is a doubling of the sensual delight. For them, the pleasure and pain are a dialectic that resolves itself into a synthesis of explosive orgasms; and more. As one male lover put it, rough sex with me had taken him into the kind of sub space he had only previously known in a BDSM context.

He bled, he was bruised, he smelt of the come I had smeared all over his torso. He knew what all men who go to bed with me must learn. Whether fucking me or coming in my mouth after a vigorous blow job, their pleasure will be bought with pain. For that is fundamental to who I am; a lifestyle dominant and sadist who exacts a toll of suffering from any man who would get close to her.

I have never believed that dominance and submission, or sadism and masochism were polar opposites.  I think there is something of both in all of us.  I remember, a couple of years ago, reading a brilliantly insightful BDSM based short story whose heroine was as professional dominatrix who, in her private life, was the 24/7 submissive of another woman.  I identified as a submissive before discovering my dominant vocation. But I retain submissive urges. My female lovers have enabled me to transfer them to the bedroom. And for that, I will worship them all the more.