New noise heard: I was in the shower with Jesse. He’s not sweet, but he’s on his knees with his head between my legs. His shoulders and back are turning pink, and I’m feeling myself not care where I am. Every once in a while he lets out a noise, a whale noise that lets me know he might be drowning. It’s a perfect, lecherous sound I hadn’t thought to hope for. I push the hair off his forehead and wonder about other funny noises I can ask a partner to make.
[Do not cry for Jesse, for at some point in that day, he did visit my blow-hole. Heeeyyy-ooo!]
Je suis feministe: Let’s play the odds. You’ll be bigger and stronger than me. We’re two respectful adults, both looking to have an erotic hour or two. When a man says, “You’re the boss,” or “I’m down for whatever,” I feel you leave the room. I am left with all the responsibility for steering the erotic, and I feel flatfooted and dull. I am told “Charming, you would never be able to make me nervous or uncomfortable, I will always be interested in all sex–only stoppable because of your limits.”
Misread: Dan thought I was trying to seduce him because we listened to my favorite dusties album. Dan, you’re a sure thing. You’ll eat me with the technique of a lesbian line cook on dinner rush quickie. I want you to leave right after, so I can listen in peace.
Erik told me he loved to give, and he loved women’s bodies. I told him, “Hi yes please and I’ll share whatever’s given to me…” He backed me into a sofa and had 100lb+ on me. I got on top of him and patted his face hard like a mob movie. I am in the room, I am doing what I told him I would, I am doing what I want. Well, the wrong parts of him stiffened and oh Lord, here we go again. Everyone likes a woman on top and a woman in charge until there’s a woman on top, finding the places on a jawline, pulling hair, and now he freezes? Aw hell son, I’ll just go back into my daydreams.
Goals for 2016: I will listen to the quiet miracle of my heart, my cardiac cells all thumping in rhythm. I’ve never had a partner who could tell me in person he wanted me to sit on his face. I really want to be sure my partner likes sex acts, not feeling that he’s gotta do it or I’ll move along. Yes settle in, and put your bills on auto-pay. You’ll be there a while.
I have a new photo of me that makes me feel beautiful. It’s me, on a bench talking about something. My necklace is askew and my dress is riding up, and it’s a perfect hint at what’s next. I look at that photo and want to touch myself, want to meet my photo twin and place a hand along my warm thigh.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3yt9mn/f4m_charmings_2015
Thanks for sharing…. always appreciate understanding a woman’s inner thoughts and feelings in these situations. As a big strong guy who’s normally pretty dominant, here’s the thing you might want to know about situations where I say "girl, do whatever you want" – it goes like this – I know that, as the guy, it’s my role to take charge and ravish you in any and every way that I want to. I get that. And, I love it – it’s true tomy nature, it’s gratifying, etc. But I’m not a complete narcissist… I do, in fact, care about your feelings and pleasure and satisfaction… so as a (sometimes) gentleman, I make the offer "hey girl, you want to be on top, do it your way for a while? Yeah, ride me, get off on my dick, I’ll lay here and be your man-dildo as long as you want" When my girl is on top, riding me, I want her to be in control, so she can ride me exactly the way that gets her off. So, I’m not going to mess up your rhythm by my thrusting…instead I’m going to lock my hips so you can bounce on me as hard as you want. Just suggesting, that may be what’s going through Erik’s mind when he stiffens. And it’s not at all (in my case) a situation of "I gotta do this, guess I’ll suffer through it" … not at all… I think it’s really hot when my girl uses me to get off, just like I know she loves it when I use her to get off. Just one man’s point of view… here’s to lots of good sexin and lovin in 2016!
Thank you, kind Internet stranger!
what he said