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I'm in Sydney, working part-time as a policy person.
The rest of the time I'm writing, though the world has enough books. But the writing takes up most of my time.
I'm trying to market two books, both very diferent, and probably to be published under two different names.
I'm also trying to put together a documentary series based on one of these books. Which involves a lot of learning as I go. I'm still at the script-fixing and recruiting-people-without-actually-paying-them stage.
Relationship goals? Mostly to meet charming women, and meet, talk, and if all goes well, do sexual things with a strong bdsm - particularly D/s flavour. This is on a basis of friendship and affection, and it's always non-exclusive.
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It's the little things.
I recently spent two days with a woman in another city. In the hotel I bent her over a chair before she had time to look around and feel relaxed. I made her reach right down to hold the back chairlegs so she'd feel helpless. I lifted the dress and pulled her panties down to her knees and spanked her with a leather paddle. Hard enough that she was gasping from the pain for each stroke after the second one.
When her gorgeous little arse was bright red and hot, and she and my fingers were very wet, I tipped her onto her back on the bed and did her with my tongue and thumb until she came.
So far so gentlemanly.
Then I tore her panties off, rolled her onto her front, cuffed her hands behind her back, and pulled her arse up by the hips so she was jammed against my cock. I reached forward and slapped her face, telling her to beg me to fuck her up the arse.
Once she obeyed, we repeated: slap! Please fuck my arse, sir. Slap! Please fuck my arse, sir. Slap! And so on, and on, while her begging got more intense and more sincere. She was very, helplessly, wound up.
When she really meant it, reader, I pushed my way in and buggered her. Condom, obviously, and lube. She came very quickly, and very grunty and low with lots of emotion. Me too, shortly afterwards.
Now, the thing is, this wasn't just good. It was one of the peak sexual experiences of my whole life. I'm sure it doesn't sound all that special. There was nothing in the experience that I'd hadn't done before, many times.
It's just that the order of events changed their meaning. Because if you start a session by buggering your submissive, it's a break in the expected order of things, and so it feels particularly transgressive. (Anal sex per se doesn't feel especially transgressive.)
Also, no-one had ever slapped her face before. I didn't slap hard, but to her it felt much less safe and more taboo-breaking than having her bottom smacked. I guessed that she'd like it, and once it was clear that she really did, then I could take it a little further. Though there was only a slight red blush to that side of her face when I'd finished. Next time it'll be harder.
So a bit of slapping, and introducing the buggery early rather than later. It make her feel that we were breaking the rules. It made both of us feel that we were in new territory, off the maps and into the wild.
So little, really. But so very powerful, just the same.
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