[F/M] An indulgent shower, a secret shared [ethical non-monogamy] [submissive] [true story]

The warmth of the water washes over us as we enjoy an indulgent shower where cleanliness is the last of either of our thoughts. Pools of water between my cleavage and his strong chest when we pull close for kisses. Droplets of water cling to our bodies, emphasizing curves and bulges. Rivulets running along every crack, every line where a prominent vein sticks out.

As with all indulgent showers, I feel calm and relaxed. All of my anxieties, the deadlines from work, the things I should do around the house, the bills I should pay, the friends I should call more often… all of it falls away as this sensual shared experiences overpowers all of them. The way the shower always overpowers the world feels so similar to the way _he_ can overpower _me_ when he needs to take control away from me, when he can see that I’m struggling to let it all go the way I want to.

I don’t know how long we’ve been grinning at each other, nipping, licking, touching, kissing, biting, grabbing… I do know that I am done with everything else in the universe other than this man and this moment. Ecstasy requires a clear mind, and I require the blissful orgasmic oblivion that such a dominant lover brings.

The best spanking I’ve never had [MF] [anticipation] [fantasy] [mdom] [spanking] [lust]

It was the middle of the Raptors championship-winning run in 2019. I met some friends at a patio in a trendy part of town to watch the game. (I don’t really watch sports, sorry if I’m using the wrong terminology anywhere here.)

A married friend who is a lifelong Raptors fan (Let’s call him Mr. Raptors, or Mr. R for short) had invited out a bunch of friends from his other social circles. They were all pretty drunk by the time I arrived after a long day at work. His wife hadn’t bothered to show up to support him and cheer for his team, as usual. Anytime I saw them together she seemed bitchy and distant, they would show up together and then she would wander off to find something else to do *other* than spend time with him. She was good looking, but the amount of time she abandoned him at social events, and the way she ordered him around or dismissed him when they would be talking together signalled that there was something weird going on between them out of the public eye. I often fantasized about being his side peice, and was in the habit of finding excuses to hang out with him, hence me not being a sports person but still showing up for the game. So, here we all are watching the game, drinking, and his wife is MIA.

[Meta] Writing for a male audience. [F] asking [M]

In this article on Esquire, which starts with a short erotic story aimed at men, the author suggests that writing for a male audience requires detachment.

https://www-esquire-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.esquire.com/uk/culture/news/amp6758/short-sex-story-ewan-morrison

“Text isn’t a turn-on for men, but images are. Men are aroused by looking and detachment and not by the dissolution of identity, which is more common to the feminine psyche – “two becoming one and merging into each other”, and so on. Men love watching women experiencing the pleasure that men are giving them, so men’s erotic writing usually reflects that detachment.”

I write short, personalized erotica at times, almost always aimed at male readers. I do find that visual descriptions help, as does describing how I am made to feel by their actions. I have been told nice things about the smut that I write, so I’m surprised by the assertion that men aren’t aroused by text.

What are your thoughts?