Titty Fucking – Kink of the Week
It’s been a while since I’ve participated in a Kink of the Week Topic. Life in the (professional and personal) fast lane has its draw backs and the topic of Titty Fucking may have been another one that I would have let go by. Yet for some reason it keeps popping into my head at the strangest times.
Is Titty Fucking a kink of mine? Generally speaking it’s not. I’d tell you I’m more of an ass man when you get right down to it but then some thoughts about recent and current relationships proves out that all of those women have ample chests. In fact it’s an act I’ve not given much thought in recent years. It’s something I’ve not actually done with anyone in any memorable timeline. Other than someone’s breasts briefly passing over my penis and perhaps a playful taunting drag or wiggle it as they pass by when starting to go down on me. It’s not something I can ever recall masturbating to though through other stimulation have used cumming on a person /pearl necklace on rare occasion has been. But that’s a different topic…
Yet have to admit recently having delusions about two of my partner’s that involves titty fucking me to orgasm. Not as the same time of course though on second that might be really fucking interesting but would need the UN and several deities to negotiate than one. One of which ends with me cumming on her breasts and is all about my pleasure and not hers.
The first fantasy is selfish and an act of dominance and release for me with disregard for her needs in those moments. The idea of her hands holding those full breasts tightly against my hard cock. Her hands pinching her nipples cruelly in the process. Undulating against me a looking into my eyes, a devilish grin as she does knowing and wanting what is happening as much as I do even though the act is all about my orgasm, and my marking her however briefly by Cumming on her. Making her kneel and my feet submissively while it dries and then sending her back to her other partner with her fetishized chest covered in my semen.
The second is more recent and more of a curiosity and her breasts seem to be hardwired to her pussy and can be so very sensitive. I want to know how my dick would feel between them, to know if that sensation is pleasurable for her. To have her kneeling on the bed after rubbing those tits that I spend far too much time thinking about all over my naked body before beginning to use them on my cock to build my release, her hungry and o so very talented mouth waiting until the last second before wrapping around my no longer containable orgasm and sucking me dry. My hands open and brushing her nipples and the outside of boobs with each rise and fall adding to her stimulation.
So is titty fucking a kink of mine? Generally speaking no but it’s not like it hasn’t recently been in my thoughts and fantasies not long before the topic was published. Instant flashes of desire, entire scenes in seconds of thoughts.
An OTK Spanking Story
You’re standing there nervous and I’m already seated on a chair waiting for you. That is never a good thing but you already knew what was going to happen. The sight of me though made it a little more real. There is now doubt you are going to be getting an OTK spanking, pleading, begging and offers of anything else I want won’t change your fate. In fact it would only make things worse but sometimes you can’t help yourself. Your eyes fixate on the few paddles and that damn hair brush has been set out. Your eyes meet mine half pleading to get out of it and half wanting to get started.
I look back at you silently, watching you fidget. It is an absolutely delicious sight! You are going to be across my knee in no time at all, pinned into place and there will be no escape. It will be on your bare bottom. It always is. Whether or not it starts that way and with a hand or the hair brush are questions that race through your mind. Excitement and anticipation swims with nervousness as I hold your gaze. There is always that little something about these moments you love to dread.
“Are you ready for your spanking?” It’s not like there’s a choice.
You answer “yes sir” stepping closer, lowering your jeans and panties without being asked to and carefully position yourself across my knee. My hand rests on your back pinning you in place. In time you will struggle and squirm. Trying to behave and at the same time trying to make your bright red bottom hurt a little less. You will fail opn both counts as you’ll be held in place and spanked harder for those efforts.
The first smack lands, it was with brush…you my dear are going to have a very long night. You’re otk spanking this time is not for fun but to teach you a real lesson with a sore marked bottom as a reminder that will be with you for a few days afterwards.
Ahh the lovely games we play.
OTK Spanking and My Evolution on the Topic
Hopefully you enjoyed the little story above. I don’t write as much fiction as I use to and that little bit kind of makes me miss it. So the Kink of the Week Topic this time around is obviously OTK Spanking. There is something inherently domestic about OTK. Then again there is something domestic about a lot of spanking play isn’t there? As the topic suggests there are so many other things from potential age play to additional physical contact.
So I’ll take on the OTK position in general first. Traditionally I would only give an otk spanking to people that were girlfriends (or eventually my wife…often under “protest”), lovers, or others I had a long term (play) relationship with regardless of their state of dress or undress. It really stemmed from both my own interest in hard implement based play (there is a reason other than excess that so many paddles are in the collection) and also proximity/physical contact. It’s worth noting that causal and pick up lay was bigger for me once upon a time.
Still there is nothing like giving an otk spanking for that very reason, the feel of her across my knee. The moments I alluded to in the story where she willingly goes across…or not when she is pulled into place pinned down and either way gets a very red bottom. And while I’ve heard that the bottoms find enjoyment in the wiggling and grinding in some cases (ahem…Alice! Who you really have to watch for this behavior), the feeling of being held in place is what does it for others, the sensation of the Top’s strength and or arousal from it all.
So there are a few more elements from this Spanko’s position that get worked in and that is the entire, pants and panties up/down etc. dynamic. Spanking videos seems to work in a format like a hit song the bottom goes OTK, then their pants come down or skirt goes up, then finally the culmination is their panties come down. (Sorry I know that is gender biased Male top who plays with female bottoms so forgive me but I’m sticking with what I know). So in part sure it could be a warm up and then an increase intensity with less protection. Oh it could be the “embarrassment” of being disrobed as the punishment goes on, but it could always be a dominance and submissive thing. Here’s one more to consider beyond those and pacing a scene (or punishment). The act of standing up and going back over the spankers knee may have an appeal in and of itself. The re-surrender, the ability to re position, and the reality that you’re not yet done in fact the spanking may just have gotten started. Just food for thought.
Now about the age play bit when it comes to otk spanking. As I mentioned earlier in the post OTK spanking has a particular domestic feel to it and that in and of itself can lead to an age play type feeling even if that’s not the intent. Once upon a time I had a bottom who liked otk spanking because they made her feel young and naughty and like a bad girl who should be spanked. It worked for her in a BIG way and no doubt she had some age things going on in her mind. In another case a partner absolutely hated them for the same reason but it wasn’t part of her fantasy that worked she found they often tripped triggers and sent her in the wrong direction.
Then there’s Alice who if you sit still too long she’ll end up over my knee and be like “aren’t you going to spank me? Oh come on I know you want to and I’ve been a very good bad girl?” Which leads me to my softened position on well the position. Granted I’ve known Alice for quite a while but she is very much a spanking bottoms which takes me to the final section of this post…
OTK Spanking And This Aging Spanko in General
Well this brings us to the final chapter on OTK. Look I think I’m 18 but more than double that in reality. And as I age how I play has become more about having a connection even a brief one than intensity and an OTK spanking seems to offer that to me and I’ll dare say a lot of other spanko’s. And like it or not it’s become clear that my ever more salt and less pepper hair has an appeal I could have never expected. That said I get that I have more of a “daddy” appeal; like it or not. So I’ve accepted it both in kink and everyday life.
And the kink part of my life has slowed down. So out of the small handful of new people I’ve played with in the last few years all but one have made their way OTK; if not in the first scene then certainly shortly there after. In part is is the physicality, the often flesh on flesh contact, and perhaps just maybe because of where I’ve stopped playing. Suddenly I have an urge to go to an event again…only time will tell if i do.
So when I first saws Strap Ons were the kink of the week topic my mind literally flashed to a Picture Penny put up earlier this year. I know, I know a typical straight white male reaction naked girls jumping on a bed and strap on dildos imply perhaps something more. And you know what I’m not sorry and won’t apologize. A lot and I do mean a lot of my favorite porn early on was girl on girl with every type of toy and strap on imaginable for that era. What was better than watching sex? Watching two girls have sex! Yep typical male. What’s better than that? Two girls and me. I know misogynist bastard.
My second thought after clearing that picture from my mind…which may have taken a few minutes to be honest about it. Was that I really have nothing of value to add to this one. My references are porn, a few scenes I’ve watched (F/F go figure), some coors light girls Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll party shenanigans once upon a time (never underestimate how muck coke a little beer jockey can do. Also don’t underestimate how not sexy you are when they find out not only don’t you do drugs but that you also won’t buy them any) , the occasional femdom pic that slips into my twitter or tumblr feed, and the occasional post I’ve come across on pegging.
I know there are guys who like strap on play, pegging, whatever. Sometimes it appears to be sensation based, sometimes it is a D/S thing. That’s great for them but this is a case of your kink is not my kink. I have no moral objection to it. If you and your partner are into it then great but there is no appeal to me in the least. What I’d image also to be strap on heavy – Fem Dom erotica…yep not my thing the only scene I’ve ever read in its entirety have been part of e lust judging. F/M strap on play to me is like C Span…somebody is probably getting something really awesome from it but I’ll be passing right by. F/F I’ll watch with mild curiosity at this point but even that often doesn’t do much for me.
The piece starts off cavalier and reads like a stereo type. So I tried to take an enlightened approach and eliminate some of the potential sticking points. Am I homophobic, afraid of penis shaped things that aren’t my own dick, or anything similar? No on all accounts. Is it because I perceive strap on play (F/M) as a submissive act? We all see that type of thing on kink sites from time to time but even removing the D/s implications and making it pure good old fashioned fucking I have no interest. This one just doesn’t work for me. It would be a hard limit if asked.
Well its kink of the week time once again and of course I’m up against the deadline. So let’s get straight to the point of this trifecta on nipples.
First up my nipples.
So a few fun facts about my nipples…
1) They are even by male standards very small. I suspect that somewhere in the future if males evolve to not have nipples my blood line will be on the front end of evolution.
2) I pierced them myself at 20. It didn’t last long as the damn rings kept getting caught in the sheets when I’d sleep (of course I always slept nude in those days). I had not considered the sexuality aspect of such an action at the time. It was merely for decoration and to be shocking. Once upon a time I had a body that was mostly naked, most of the time. This was at the height of that period. Barbells were a foreign concept, nipple piercings were only rings in my limited world view at the time.
3) In my world it is often if not always a bit Nippy out. Mine are usually erect when it’s cold (no surprise) when my heart rate is up (high beams while lifting and running go hand in hand for me), or when my testosterone levels are high. T shirts under dress shirts are mandatory for this reason.
4) Most of my lovers have never thought to pay any attention to them. And until now it never occurred for me to ask.
5) I’ve never played with my nipples while masturbating. It doesn’t fit the movie in my head where bad things are being done to you that I use to get off. Well that and like number 4 I never really thought of it.
So with those facts stated really my own nipples are truly more of a running joke about etching glass, impaling people and others very similar than a regular erotic zone. When the Blonde pays attention to them it’s a nonverbal cue that has developed over the years that she wants me to spend some or a lot more time with hers in the immediate future. Which takes us to the next section
Secondly nipples, nipples, and orgasms other my own.
As if the end of the previous paragraph wasn’t enough of a hint put very plainly the amount of time some people’s nipples spend getting attention from me almost always end up in my mouth, between my teeth, being rubbed, caressed, squeezed, and pinched. The Blonde can be brought to the edge and occasionally past it with the right type of nipple play. It is the one almost failsafe way to get her soaking wet eveytime. The nipples are the one area of her body where she is most verbal about…want to make her moan, pant or even scream and not hold back? Yep figure out what works on her nipples on that given night. She will try to muffle her orgasms from vibes, fingers, fucking and just about everything else but the nipples for some reason or another make her let go of herself…in a very good way.
She’s not the only lover I’ve had that loves nipple play which takes me from the vanilla to the kinky…
Nipples and Ds
1) Pierced or Not – In context of a scene whether they are pierced or not doesn’t matter to me but it does change what I do, how I do it, and in some cases the amount or type of stimulation applied. That dais I do have a special thing for ones that are pierced. Visually it makes them extra appealing, I always like the acknowledgment that a person is into something and for the most part other than my stupid younger self most people with these type of piecings do so for erotic reason (or so I have found). An indication that something about them really works for you.
2) Clamps, clothes pins and clovers – all in the toy bag depending on who, what and when. Everything from the harmless little rope nooses connected with a chair that are mainly for stimulation to brutal clamps with weights.
3) hot and cold – Wax play for me and others has basically been nipple centric all along. Sure the breasts get included, occasionally other body parts get drizzled on but it has always been about candle wax on the nipples long before it go put anywhere else. Cold use to be an occasional part of play, even vanilla fun and by that I mean using vanilla ice cream on them. Ice cubes are fine too and less messy but nowhere near as tasty. I like to literally make her part of dessert every so often.
4) Liquid latex – it was a few different pairs of nipples that first inspired me to buy a jar of liquid latex.
5) Pinch, pull, and bite – simple put yes just in a different context than this type of play in vanilla sex.
6) Popes and wheels and begging oh my. They’re engorged, ultra sensitive, and maybe even marked and sore; bring out the wheel and let the real fun begin. Beg me to stop, beg me to continue. Tell me how it hurts, how it turns you on and what else you’d like to have done to you.
Are nipples a kink for me? That is a tough one. The initial reaction is no. While they are something I’m fond of, have spent a fair amount of time stimulating, torturing, and what not and while I certainly like nipples for various reasons I’m not sure they’d qualify as a kink in and of themselves. But on second thought maybe I just have too much fun with them to not be a kink.
So let’s see if this KOTW can be a little more coherent than the last one shall we? it will however be fairly brief. No pun intended…well maybe a small one. Breifs get it? Small ones…
Since I can’t remember when panties the sexier, more daring and down right sluttier the better were of interest to me. Dirty Panties though are something I’ve never thought about as a fetish for me.
Sure I’m aware of it as a kink but not one that pertains to me any more than selling my own socks after a long run. Yes I know it’s different, I get that there is a huge market out there for such things but it’s honestly not one I understand. It’s not appeared in any of my real life activities or even in my fiction. When I see the occasional tweet or post about someone selling their worn panties and never gave it a second thought beyond “oh that’s nice. Hope they make a few bucks” capitalist pig type reaction. It’s not one that causes a reaction or aversion of any type it simply just doesn’t trip my trigger.
There are a few pairs of panties in the bin of wickedness that have been given to me over the years as mementos…all of them were laundered. It never occurred not to do so.
So admittedly I have very little to offer on this but am curious as to what others take on it is; both male and female.
10/17/2015 After the fact inserted comment. This post took me a lot of places, it is jumbled, random, and in truth took and went places I never expected that were in the end edited out. It is possibly the worst piece of writing shared in recent years. I have fixed some typos but otherwise opted to let it stand as is.
his is the fifth rewrite of this post. So let’s be frank. I learned to go down on a woman thanks to two lovers a long time ago. It is a skill i traded on as my reputation as a man worth sleeping with grew. Facts being fact I don’t have a giant cock, am probably a better than average lay (or was once upon a time) and despite that used other skills such as cunnilingus to round out my portfolio. Without them and their dedication to this act odds are I’d still be fumbling through eating pussy like some self indulgent 80’s porno which was where my skill set came from before Kathy and Steph gave me some much needed guidance. And well practice makes perfect right. And they both liked the practice.
Now with proper swordsman’s acknowledgements out of the way let’s get a little more personal. This is one of the few acts that I can tell you the number of people I’ve engaged in it with. Granted it’s not a modest amount compared to “the average number” of sexual partners government stats and academics like to publish but still a memorable amount. Why’s that? Well it is hard to say? In general fucking for sport is easy fun and yes not really all that personal. However cunnilingus was something I only par took in with lovers whose pleasure was a priority for me. I tend to think I know(knew) them better but the fact of the matter is there may not be a guy who doesn’t like a good BJ but a lot of women (unfair broad generalization don’t hate me. ) seem/are uncomfortable with idea of someone going down on them. Look seeing as I have a penis it’s not my place to judge.
In fact by focusing on them and their pleasure this way is probably one of the few acts I consider to be intimate. Yes i know I’m fucked up thank you for your concern. Ironically it is more likely that I’d fuck you casually than kiss you sensually. A topic for another time.
Learning about a person’s orgasms is a powerful thing, helping them reach that release also can help you learn to focus on the small changes as they get ready to cum. Nuances in their thighs, the motion of their hips, their breathing etc.
As for DS thing
I have seen the entire “is engaging in mainstream sexusal acts like oral a submissive thing” debate in recent years. Can it be sure? So can cooking dinner or any other thing but it is intention and dynamic that would define that. I have done some very toppy things to women while going down. After all I haven’t always owned a Hitachi or known the term “forced orgasm” but sure have played with it using my mouth.
So for a final thought on this subject. I know this dis disjointed. a reread my previous draft of made it clear that the tone was overly serious and sounded like something i did out of obligation rather than enjoyment. So i didn’t hit publish. That said I am neither prone to sexual dreams and even less prone to dreams of any type that can be recalled in the morning. morning at 4 am i woke up to vivid memories of a dream where cunnilingus had played a very hot role in a three on one exchange. And that is the beauty of kink of the week now to decide what rd do with those ideas.
Bottoms, Butts, Buns, and Asses
“She is beautiful no?” the men went on.
I nodded in agreement the woman in question was in fact quite ravishing, long legs, nicely sized breasts…not too big or too small.
They went on and on about her beauty, long dark hair, sensual mystique, small waist and lovely hips. I agreed again she was after all stunning but when pressed on the topic if she one of the most beautiful and desirable women I’d ever seen. I would simply say she is very very pretty trying to not offend her smitten admirers.
Finally one asked “what would you like to be different?” Taking stock of the men and women in my company “she truly very beautiful. But I prefer a little more ass.” a few women who in fact had well a little more shape to their backsides smiled or blushed. Her most ardent admirer asked what I meant ” after all we both had different native languages. “Her bum while nice is too flat, I like them rounder ; a little fuller if nothing else”
So ironically the above is a true story that just happened last week. Though it sums up my history of sexual attraction, conquest, and even kink very nicely. I admire breasts but they’ll never get a second look crossing the room, great legs will catch my eye, eyes will inspire poetic day dreams, and who doesn’t love a pretty face but a great ass is what really does it for me. To quote a bad American country song “we hate to see her go but love to watch her leave”
There was a playful exchange with Molly last year when i was doing the It Girl Rag Doll podcast where we playful discussed my preference for a woman’s back side over other attributes “the redder the better” she teased me and as a spanking Top it is true but even outside of that kink a woman’s bottom is the one thing I have always fetishized.
Now a bit of a confession normally I try to write my kotw posts before reading anyone else’s to avoid their influence. This time though I happen to get M from Cammies contribution right as I was getting on a plane and couldn’t resist. So there may be some things it brought to mind like…
My old practice of stating “I’m just marking my territory” – I will at times swat the Blonde or my companion on the bottom as she walks away or as I pass by. Not hard but just firm enough to be more than a pat. For years it was part of my playful banter. In part it is just another reason to touch them and a favorite body part of theirs. Make no mistake it is both an affectionate, at times dominant, and also territorial act all at the same time. Much like M’s husband seems to do to her. To draw them near and claim them as yours all at the same time.
“Quit play’in grab ass” was a common phrase from my area for people clowning around instead of paying attention. To me I saw no value in quitting and have been playing grab ass with willing partners ever since. Ha take that coach!
Like most things in life variety is key and Bottoms, Butts, Buns, and Asses certainly falls into that. There is no one shape or size of bottom that trips my trigger small, big, average all have a place in my mind. Well other than nonexistent white girl butt. Simply put if i don’t like her backside nothing is going to happen, kink or otherwise. Sorry I suppose I’m that shallow. If face down ass up, walking across a room or bent over for a spanking her bottom doesn’t do it I am well, more or less done. equally so if she doesn’t like to be patted, rubbed, pinched, or spanked in some or any combination of those things then equally so I’m not a good match for her.
She’s lying there make up smeared, heaving exhausted nearly desperate breaths, angry red welts on her ass and tits. He hair is tangled, matted, and beyond any sense of ever having been cared for …though an few hours earlier it looked like she stepped out of a photo shoot. The morning light is just starting break through the darkness of night slowly creeping ever so slightly through the window. Those first rays reflect off the thick 1 in chains that her kept her more or less in place, on the floor, unapologetically bound to a radiator. She can roll over, place herself on all fours and kneel. Now she is starting to kneel and the sun just a few moments higher in the day glistens off the metal around her hands, the links clank gently and she looks up at me with her repeatedly cum covered face and chest…apparently still not quite satisfied.
So this time around the Kink of the week topic is Chains. And when hear that word I think of one thing, thick one in lings in long heavy lengths. It means hot rough uncivilized fucking. Something primal, raw and exposed. In fact I would have not even considered anything else had the description for the prompt not suggested the chains on or between clamps.
Spanking Kink of the Week
What makes you cum? No really when masturbating, fucking and not quite peaking, or anything else? What is the consistent fantasy you retreat to when you need that little extra something to push you over the edge or when you want a little more than what physical sensation is providing in the moment? That special little something that is so hot you all but finally burst every single time? We all have something like that hidden somewhere and for me it is a hard spanking scene with a paddle across her bare and perfectly presented bottom, bent over a chair, desk, or table, a solid piece of wood in my hand and each swat marking her. So it’s not a polite gentle romantic sexy fantasy. It’s never a spoon, hairbrush, belt or strap. Without exception it is very hard and painful and the paddle is always what’s being used.
It might literally be impossible to find a topic that is more essential to my kink than paddles. As a spanking Top they are central to so many scenes and featured in the most memorable ones both good and bad. So on this one it’s not what to write but literally how much to write so that it’s not too much.
Paddles in particular wooden ones are certainly a kink or fetish unto themselves for me. In the process of preparing this post I counted over 100 of them in my possession before I quit counting. A paddle whether a modest thin otk model or something very thick menacing implement they are the one thing you will always find in my bag, whether I’m planning on being in a spanking scene or not. If you’ve played with me odds are I’ve used some type of one on you unless it’s a hard limit.
I have written about paddles before ( a lot to be honest) Lord Raven of course makes them and when paddles are your thing that makes him an even more awesome friend to have! Perhaps I’m the Patron Saint of Wooden Paddles…in a way I like that idea since it ties both to my own fascination with them and the sadistic tendencies of my my youth and the experiences of catholic school.
After all I have had paddles made for a specific purpose. The foam sided otk one (Pictured above) by LR was made at my request as a way to try to play with a partner that had lost her taste for any play and still meet both of our needs. Sort of a (mostly) painless option if you will. Sure that didn’t work but it has been a wonderful implement when used with others who love good deep hard thud.
The “Missouri Misery” was another bespoke project done at my request to replicate a paddle used in a particular school district during a partner of mine’s youth…well mainly because I’m a sadistic prick and wanted to offer an authentic reenactment. There aren’t many takers for this one as it looks as mean as it is.
Every year I play Kinky Claus and give select friends Christmas gifts (road side gift shop paddle ), in the past it had been rope, fetish wear, ball gags (don’t ask I don’t know why being an election year it seemed like a good idea at the time), soy candles for wax play, the occasional bit of sex positive coffee shop underwear, a random paddle, etc. This year I streamlined and the gift of choice was purple paddles going all across the states and for the first time ever Kinky Claus international. After all who doesn’t NEED another good wooden paddle or two?
Saturday night I packed a bag to go to party…six paddles made it into the bag, sadly they stayed there but no tears for me as I had a great time without them.
That said if this post seems a little more disjointed than usual it’s because it turned into a novel (or manifesto) more than a short story and I’ve tried to edit it down to a reasonable length, then preserve the rest for a potential series of supporting posts that may go out over the next few weeks and or months, read what you want, skip what you don’t, read or skip all of it it’s up to you as the exploration that is about to begin is one that has been top of mind of late and really is never too far from the surface.
And in case you’re wondering if I have so much as flirted with you even just once briefly there is no doubt that the thought spanking you has crossed my mind. And if I’ve played with you even lightly odds you are absolutely in my slightly harder fantasies, bent over, and waiting nervously for me to land that first solid swat with the paddle of your choice and then it begins to get really interesting and awfully damn hot.
The Look – Kink of the Week
I could make her tremble and even cry real tears just by looking at her. It was something I learned by accident one night when simply shooting a glance at her. While our relationship burned hot and quickly not before and not since have my facial expression been such a means of torment or joy for another person. It was in a way the perfect form of sadism…how I would look at her said it all, it could change her head space with a glance and she knew my intentions for later. She would begin to submit without a word needed; it worked for her and she could read me so very well. There is a lot of back story to this but it is a tale for another time (and not one I’ve really ever told).
Often I choose to be stoic, unreadable, hiding my intentions. It is a skill that has served me well in life and in kink. There has been formal training involved as a byproduct of parts of my profession. In a way business people (and diplomats) are; little more than actors and yes it is manipulative, playing defense, and appearing unmoved when a storm of rage, or passion, disdain or enjoyment rages beneath. Yet if you know me odds are you’ve seen past this and seen the face its hiding.
As for “The Look”Sure it’s more than just the eyes, there’s the devils grin, the omnipresent evil laugh – all telltale signs that I’m going to do very mean things to you… in the name of a good time. There is a second option; a more serious one or so it’s been said that states “I’m not playing”. In fact I’m simply going to be mean and no amount of begging or pleading will change my course. Tears would be nice and you will be used and pushed to the edge of dark places solely for my amusement and pleasure.
The second part is what I need from your eyes when we’re together. I want you to look at me and dare me, I want you to communicate your needs; kinky and otherwise through glances. Use your eyes to seduce and tempt, to submit and surrender. I want that unspoken connection, your undivided attention, and so much more. All of which can be read in yours eyes if you let me. Of perhaps greater importance I use your glances to assess where you are, when to push, when to pull back, am I hurting you in the right way at the right time and so much more. They aren’t the only guide but they are very important after all on so many levels every action is completely about you.