Why I’m generally not down for just the hookup…

 I’m a greedy bastard... I mean... I'm used to being called a bastard. Most folks I play with say it at one point or another. But I'm also a greedy bastard.

 I’m a red-blooded male... I love the feminine form... I find a great deal of satisfaction in not just my role of dominant but in finding a woman who enjoys what I can do to her body and mind.

 So why is it that I’m not generally down for just the hookup?

 I’m a greedy bastard... I want more...

 I want all the passion and raw sexual energy that comes from new partners discovering each other’s bodies for the first time. I want the neck biting, ass spanking, hip gripping hotness.

 I want to see your eyes squeeze shut while you concentrate on riding each wave of passion and see them in wide-eyed surprise when you realize yet another wave is building. I want to see the cute little quivering spasms that happen when you try to walk after I’ve finally said I’m finished with you. I want to see the look on your face in that moment when you finally give yourself over to what your body has been trying to tell your mind all along...

 I want to hear how well you repeat those deliciously dirty diatribes my mind demands from you interlaced with your earnest and alternating pleas for me to stop and never stop. I want to hear the slapping, thudding and scraping of implements against your flesh. I want to hear you cry out, moan, beg and shout. I want to hear your voice tremble as you ask me to hurt you again in the way you know will bring you so much of the pleasure you need.

 I want to feel every inch of your body under my hands... I want to feel the prickly goose bumps on your thigh, the radiating heat from your ass and the way your body squirms under my ministrations. I want to feel the way your hair fits so perfectly in my fist while your nipple responds to my fingers. I want to feel the way your sex squirts for me even after you thought it wasn't possible for you. I want to feel the pure, sexual heat as I do the things to you that you've never experienced.

 Last, but not least... I want to taste you, darling... I want to taste those uncontrollable tears that fall from your sultry, bedroom eyes when I’ve taken you to that level. I want to tastes wine from your navel. I want to taste the water from the ice cubes I hold against you nipple as it runs down your body in its own little river. I want to taste every inch of you... And I will...

 But... I'm a greedy bastard... I want more...

 I want to see the way you look when you wake up in the morning. I want to see how you bite your lip when I've suddenly caught on to something you said. I want to see the way you do all the things you do when you think nobody is looking.

 I want to hear the sound of your heart when you sleep. I want to hear the way you cuss when you turn on the water and the shower is already on. I want to hear you laugh when I make a corny joke and most of all I want to hear the way you say, "I love you."

I want to feel your body snuggle up closer when the morning sun is waking us up and you don't want to get up. I want to feel the way your fingers intertwine with mine when we walk down the street. I want to feel how your breath tickles my ear when you whisper something to me at dinner.

 Last, but not least... I want to taste the drinks we have on Friday night and the breakfast you make on Saturday mornings. I want to taste your finger when you've cut yourself and I kiss to make it better. I want to taste the way you make my heart miss you when you are not with me.

 I'm a greedy bastard... I want more.

 It's not that wouldn't appreciate the occasional no-holds barred, uninhibited passion and sexual heat of a one night stand. Sometimes, I want that more than anything else.

But... I'm a greedy bastard... I want more.

So what is with the new age Dominant Women?  They only claim to be dominant in hope to acquire money from a misled slave.  I wish the women on this site would have to go through a class to learn what being dominant entails, it's 80% mental and 20% physical in my calculations.  Financial domination is a fetish that is usually involved in D/s relationships, but just because you demand money that does NOT make you dominant!  It is sickening to see the fetish world be destroyed by a bunch of idiots looking to get a few extra dollars.  If your able to open your little minds, you can get into the head of a slave and then everything you want from him would be possible.

Just wanted to get that off my chest!

Sometimes, it is just about the sex...

We don't like to talk about it...

Most of the time, we say exactly the opposite. Hell, even I say the opposite most of the time. But I've been restless, lately. Perhaps it is me thinking about the past. Perhaps it is the proverbial mid-life crisis. I don't really know... But, I feel it.

Back when I was younger I slept with just about anyone. I suppose that is the way it goes for a teenage boy. As I got older, at some point, the focus shifted from the physical to the mental. It became about the relationship. To be fair, I've learned the physical gets much, much better when the mental is in sync. In fact, if I don't like you or if there is some sort of unresolved conflict you couldn't pay me to have sex with you.

But now and then... Well... There is a certain primal feeling that comes out of having sex with someone for the first time. Exploring their body for the first time. Seeing how they react to my touch and technique... Not someone I want to have a relationship with, per se. Someone who is looking for the same from me that I am from them. An experience...

Often we look down on those who choose to be open in their sexuality. In my experience, it is more a sense of propriety that keeps us from doing the same. A sense of obligation... A fear of what other people will think of us because we know what we say about those same people.

In a word, it is hypocritical...

It is hypocritical, it is because we have all been there.

Sometimes, it IS just about the sex...