I am actively pursuing a long hidden interest in BDSM. An ideal partner is submissive when appropriate, but my equal at all times. I must be challenged intellectually, with humour, grace and imagination.
I am not interested in a laundry list of preferred BDSM activities. Rather, I am looking to experiment, to explore and to enjoy all aspects of sexual fulfillment.
This is short, but if it intrigues, please drop me a line and we can go deeper.
Musings
A sly look across a crowded room
A subtle shift from shadow to light
Unconsciously, the blouse button is opened
A delicate edge of black lace is exposed
Too bold? She can not tell
His eyes meet hers, then she averts
Hearing nothing but her heart
Beating a tattoo in her ears
She starts as a hand grasps her wrist
Twisting her arm slightly
So she is left no doubt as to intent
Her knees quaver
“Don’t move” Hot breath sears her ear
Well trained, she freezes
Heightened senses feel the body heat
Looming behind her
Short cotton skirt, silk thong
Scant protection against intrusions
Dressing for power
Leaves her vulnerable
Sharp nails graze the inner thigh
Tracing four razor lines
As the hand is brought upward
To rest against firm flesh
A gasp as the hand thrusts between thighs
Arm is twisted more to remind her
Silent and compliant she must be
She has no will
Wet silk forced tight between lips
The rush of blood makes her swoon
Fingers probe engorged flesh
She forgets to breath
The milling crowd is oblivious
She struggles to maintain
A calm demeanour
While a fire rages within
Slow, insistent massage
She feels the climax building
She needs to push against the hand
But dare not disobey
One, two fingers suddenly inside
Another gasp, louder
People look, the hand tightens in warning
She smiles faintly and they turn away
The hand takes her completely
Fingers inside, fingers on her clit
Thumb probing her ass
She is his puppet
Resistance is futile
She fights to internalize
Waves of orgasm washing through her
All must appear normal
As the tension drains and she relaxes
She has not noticed that her wrist is free
The looming presence
Haunts her no more
Looking around at the crowd
No one is noticing her
She buttons her blouse
And slips into the shadow once more
