I haven’t written about rough sex in a while. I got a little dark for a bit and had to pull back.
*All my normal disclaimers: this was consensual sex between two experienced people who had established safewords and boundaries.*
I used to practice BDSM with a guy for a while and got a wee bit addicted to getting punished. You would think the occasional free pass would be fun, but once you start going down the path of pain/pleasure combination, it’s hard to stop.
So yeah, he used to get mad if I orgasmed without his permission. He usually let me but one day I texted him to ask if I was allowed to get myself off and he said absolutely not.
I did anyway.
When I get home I wait for him to ask me about it but he is literally just cooking dinner like normal. Not only that, but he greets me with a smile and is weirdly talkative and playful.
*Our sex life actually doesn’t carry over very much to our friendship but I thought the point of him denying me was because I was about to be dom’d the fuck up.*