I haven’t really written much about the guy who I consider my kink origin story… More to come on that relationship soon. There is one aspect of our sex life I want to write about which in my opinion is a very underrated kink: permission to orgasm.
So I had been seeing this guy for quite a while. Let’s say we both had some past issues so our relationship had problems, but man it made for interesting sex. It was really with him that I learned what I really like in bed, which is being dominated. It took a lot of time, trust, and communication, but once we got going we really pushed each other to experiment. I’m putting this backstory because this was all VERY consensual.
So one time we were watching tv on my couch when he started fingering me. I told him to fuck me and he just smiled and said no. He started fingering me harder, pounding into me until I was close to the edge and then he just stopped. I begged him to keep going and he refused. I begged him to fuck me again and he refused.