NakedSenses

Love is the root of all things good and kinky for some, but perhaps not for all, of us. Sometimes 'the majick' works best all by itself with two people alone. Only they need share the moment as one.

For serious lovers (and d&s partners), separation is an emotional hardship and leaves no marks at all. Intimacy is one of the parts of complete love, together with both passion and commitment.

'My heart is cold.' I said to my cherished lover and submissive. She knew what it meant. It was time to act without hesitation. She was delighted, and she complied. Then 'the majick' happened for us. 

The last day of Summer 2012: the weather is quite pleasant. We have reached a positive gain synergy in our relationship. You have struck a chord both mighty and powerful in me. I can hear its sound.

Expanding limits is exciting and a sure sign of growth in a d/s-dynamic. She does everything to the very best of her ability, and every time. She follows very gladly to where I guide her to.

The truth is more difficult than love, but without truth we have no trust possible. It is easier to love someone that you trust than it is to trust someone that you love. After love follows sex and play.

Confusion, doubt, and despair had taken her. She wondered what was to become of her love. Her eyes no longer sparkled. She leaned over and took my cock into her mouth. She was happy again.

A growing relationship will encounter 'growing pains'. A relationship that grows not can stagnate and wither. Suffering is a part of life. By enduring it together we produce a deeper stronger bond.

I am very happy today. My beloved submissive, Saffron, agreed to deepen our loving relationship. We will now push our limits, and we will go far. She will always be the very best she can be.

If 'B' is for Bondage, then 'D' is for Discipline. Discipline must be properly given or it quickly loses its efficacy, and thus any benefit. The remorseful one shows great promise. I expect that.

I should have been there for her, and I was not. This time, it just was neither practical nor prudent, and we had agreed on that. Some things do not mix well with kink, and we all make mistakes.

I was thrilled today by what I heard from the festival. My beloved and submissive partner was having fun, and learning new things as well. She was making others happy. But I was missing.

The last afternoon tryst of the Summer of 2012. It was first-rate romance in a low-rent rendezvous: our favorite room, too. It is a place we call our own, and we are truly alone there together. We would spend xmas there if we could. The sheets are clean, as is the bathroom, and the walls are a pretty hue of blue. Only sunlight, filtered through curtains, illuminates it in a subdued fashion. There is no telephone and the TV stays off. We have lunch, a bag from MacD, with sandwiches, fries, and large sodas. We will need a lot of dietary fluid intake because we are sure to use it up later in the hours and hours of our passionate vigorous lovemaking. She is a beautiful, clever, and very playful submissive, but never a slave. She is my partner in our crimes of lust, but it is a lust that is really love. She expects me to lead as we dance, and to play the principal role. I treat her like my slut, but never do I stop loving her with all my heart, or caring about her happiness. If she is not fulfilled then I have failed her, but I never do. And she never fails me as that would be impossible for her. She gives such wonderful pleasures to me because she is deeply pleasured herself by doing so. It is a magnificent sliver lining in a very dark cloud, and a revenge so sweet for sins so long ago foisted onto her, but few can see, and know, what I do. It an inexplicable and profound bond that we share between those metaphorical children that still live in our very much adult hearts. She is giving me am awesome blowjob, and I am challenging her with size of my cock and the depth of its penetration into her mouth and throat, but she loves ever second of it. She makes he hard, she makes me orgasm, and then she makes me orgasm again into mouth. The second time I ejaculate my semen is very hot, as if my loins have been set on fire by her incredible erotic ability. "If you didn't  give such great blowjobs, you wouldn't be sucking my cock so often." I say to her. But the real surprise is when she finds herself face down in a pillow, her wonderful ass wiggling before me as I kneel behind her. I knock her knees apart with my own, and she gasps as her thighs are so far spread apart. I slide my cock fully into her, savoring every moment. "Say thank you." I instruct her now that she is so fully taken, and she does. "You're welcome." I reply. I fuck her fast and hard, and she senses why. I push down on her pelvis as I make a glorious mess in her cunt, filling it with my cum. She loves it so much. What a spectacular finale' to have sprung on here. It is my third full orgasm in four hours, and my last. She has drained me, as she should: she is my perfect loving submissive.

'The taking of a submissive' is not a casual event for me. There is room for only one in my heart, and my life. She deserves my best, and I hers. We are a loving union of mind, body and spirit.

Your praise honors me, my only beloved one. The cane is your sensual release, and my personal pleasure. It is the nexus of deep trust, consummate love, erotic joy, and one of 'These Things We Do'.

I am the one Dominant Lover and Romantic Sadist of Saffron, but we do not need labels. It is often wiser to love someone that you trust than it is to trust someone that you love. You get what you give.

So much has happened in six months, and so much is yet to happen. I have grown, and she has grown with me. We are now on a voyage of our own, discovering what lies beyond the collar and cuffs.

'The Gift of Saffron' is extraordinarily poignant. She renders visions new to me, and I lead her to places she has not seen. We all have a 'blind side': it's human. I protect hers, and she protects mine.

"On your knees, bitch!" (???) ... Either this is a deliberate attempt at humiliation play, by a possible dom or domme, or it is a pathetic attempt by a charlatan (probably male) to crudely coerce a woman into licking his putz.

("putz" roughly translates from Yiddish to English as 'little prick'.)

Then again, maybe this is your kink, on both sides, and to each their own. Clearly "On your knees!" is certainly playful in many contexts. But "bitch"? Sorry, that is a derogatory term under almost any circumstances. Maybe the guy has self-esteem issues with women and wants to make them feel small, and many women might just fall for such a cheap trick.

With the current epidemic of "pop tops", and the ludicrous stories I have been hearing from some of my best female friends of self-declared 'doms', it does make me wonder.

There is a way to use "humiliation play" to induce humility, without the need for denigration, and that can be quite powerful. As for cock sucking, some say it is the 'ultimate submission' in the sensual/sexual sense. And a lot of women that I know just love to do it - often. Well, at least they love doing it with me, but I have my own style.

Your mileage may vary with use.

I do not "troll" on this web site or 'perv profiles'. I log onto the Home Page and if your profile is up and something in it catches my eye (typically text and NOT a photo), I may send a simple friendly missive to you. I am not a seeker, a searcher, or a cruiser. I just let The Fates handle things for me. 

"Extreme Play" night, hosted by xALadyX of the Annapolis Munch was a delightful evening spent with old friends and new friends, and some fun with dungeon S&M. Always and ever exploring is my path on this journey it seems. I have learned that my good manners, social graces, and deeply held belief in the Wiccan Rede ("An It Harm None, Do What Ye will") have given me friends who may sometimes underestimate me. But they are also pleasantly surprised when they learn that they "had no idea what a (good) sadistic little prick I can be!"... ;-)

"I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations. And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful. If not, it can't be helped." - Fritz Perls, 1969

 THE FIVE TYPES YOU MEET ONLINE - For Amusement Only!!!!!!!! 1. Scammers that are here because it is free to create an account, and there are just enough stupid people in the world to actually fall for their crap. 2. Normal BDSM/Fetish/Kinky/Sex people, who usually hook up fairly quickly: not flaky. 3. Newbie/tester/unsure. These are people that have never actually done anything in real life - yet. 4. People with serious attractiveness issues. Whether they are overweight women, short men, poor men, rude, or just plain socially awkward. 5. Women with overly specific desires/rare kinks.

I am both poor (SSDI) and short (5'-4"), so I am a "two-time loser" - under type 4.

I have found that being over the hill (in my  mid to late 50's) has provided me with an ability to ''really get'' women - but it does take time and a sincere effort.

A number of my female friends have said, "You are the first man who's ever really gotten me. I had pretty much given up on it ever happening." It's a very moving thing to hear for me. I am seeing women on here (too young for me) posting remarks about wanting a man to "get them", and I wish them the best of luck in finding one.

As I recall, there's a scene in "Something's Gotta Give" (film, 2003) where Jack Nicholson describes Diane Keaton's character's "winning combination" as a person. Keaton looks at Nicholson kind of puzzled, and says, "I can't tell if you hate me or if you're the first man who's ever really gotten me." At which point Jack says to her, in a very genuine way, "Well I certainly don't hate you." (Bravo, Nancy Meyers!)

When I was young, and foolish as young men will be, my idea of "getting women" was "getting them in bed with me" - or even the back set of a car. It was about as much challenge as I could handle: getting them sexually. Getting them emotionally, and in terms of who they were deep inside, was simply beyond my comprehension, or maybe there was just touch blood being diverted below my belt instead of above my neck. 

Getting a woman sexually is not that difficult: just try not be a jerk. I'll admit, even that's a challenge for a lot of men. But taking the time and making the effort to "really get them" as female human beings comes with a bonus round: should a friendship become intimate, then "getting them sexually" is marvelous. Because now I will see and understand the nuances in her expressions of speech, her mannerisms, and of course, in her eyes most of all. I suspect that a lot of women really love of the idea of a man who "really gets them" as women first, before he gets them into bed, or perhaps they'll get him in bed. ;-)