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So. If you're reading this, you must at some level be sexually frustrated or are seeking an adventure. We are in the same struggle. You're either out of a relationship, or in one that fills your needs such that you do not want to leave it, but it does not fill your sensual/sexual needs. I'm in the second situation. If you're like me, you're loyal, and perhaps you're partner is great in every other way, but either cannot, or will not be your partner in exploring your sensual pleasure potential fully. Mine will not, or chooses not to. For 20 years now. Lots of pleading and therapy and patience and all of that good stuff, no change. And I will remain the good loyal husband and father, but just as she is not interested and capable of being my skydiving partner, I am now choosing to find a partner to explore my sensual edges with. I've given the other pattern a good shot (monagamy) and I'm making a clear-headed decision to find another way. I'm giving into my biology, and over-riding the cultural restrictions that say I cannot do so.

I'm looking for a friend who wishes to unreservedly explore her sensual potential. I long for a friend who will support me to do the same. One with whom I can be completely open and honest about my desires, from kinky to vanilla, and who is interested in the release that comes with complete honesty with and acceptance from another.

Maybe i'm crazy to think this can happen, maybe we both are, but what the hell, I'm asking the universe anyway.

I was reading the other day that some folks like adventurous sex, and some comfort sex. If you marry incompatibly, it will be a struggle, but this difference in motivation is masked in courtship by the neurohormonal cascade that falling in love creates but canot sustain. I guess that's what happened.

ME: 52, fit, Blondish-grey hair (full head) compassionate blue eyes. Caring, curious, nonjudgmental and adventurous. Willing to explore just about anything that two adventurous heterosexual adults might think up. I've had a bit of Tantra training with Margot Anand, and liked it. It fits with the desire I have to sustain pleasure for as long as possible rather than to have it be over quickly. I'm very oral and I get as much pleasure from giving pleasure as from recieving it. My kinkier side seems to be coming out at this point in my life as well. I find myself with fantasies of being sensually dominated by an assurtive and confident woman, as well as curious about what it would be like to be sensually dominant should my partner wish to experience that. I'd have fun so long as things were mutually respectful and pleasurable for both of us. I look forward to unfolding this part of my self and my play partner as we move forward. I travel for a living, spending a lot of time in Boston, as I have to fly through it (from Northen NH) to get anywhere. I often have lay-overs as I'm going to and from other locations. I either stay downtown, in Cambridge, or at the airpot Hilton when I lay-over. If you got a note from me, it's because I trvel to where you are on a regular basis.


YOU: Age is unimportant to me, but (typical male) looks and fitness and self confidence are. You would be completely clear and comfortable with the boundaries of "play partners only" and would find violation of our confidences inconcievable. You would have the ability to get together at my hotel in the evenings when we can arrange it, and you're hoping to find a longer term partner to play with. Like me, you're very concerned with keeping your health safe and are std free. You're not looking for many partners, but one you can explore more deeply with. One who is adventurous and needs novelty like you do.

Logistics: I travel for a living, from northen NY, so if i've reached out to you, it's because I often work in your area. So, if you've had the patience and desire that got you to the end of this bookish note, and we're a fit... Be bold. Go for it. I see us doing a few e-mails, then meeting for a drink or coffee and going intelligently from there.

Z~

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7/31/2016 12:36:35 PM

I Give Myself to Your Sensual Dominance. By Zenlover

We met online through Fetlife, and enjoyed each other’s company there, playing sexually from time to time as I travelled in my sales position and had evenings free in hotel rooms. I was happily married in all things but sex. She clearly wanted vanilla for the rest of her life, I was an explorer by nature.

I knew when I made the decision to fly in and out of the airport near you on my next business trip that the main reason I was doing so was in hopes of meeting you. I had been looking for a while for a trip when I could excuse such a move with my wife and business associates, and I’d finally found it. I would set it up so that I could stay in a hotel in Burlington upon my return, without it being known. I would use points to reserve the room... the only way I could be free of scrutiny.

I chose the Hilton and reserved a King, hoping that it might prove useful to you, and if not knowing I would be there masturbating and teasing myself furiously wishing that you were there. I did this hoping that when I told you I had, you would agree to meet me. Perhaps for coffee, perhaps in a bar, but in some way so that you could safely and discreetly check me out.

The time had come. We were meeting as you requested, in the early evening, at a coffee shop you seldom went to, but could explain away as a “work thing” if necessary. I arrived before you and sat at a corner table from which I could see the door. You arrived exactly on time, just as my excitement was peaking, my heart was pounding, hands perspiring and cock gently tumescent. Our eyes make contact, I smile and tilt my head to the side, delighted to see your smile in return. I like what I see, and a surge flows through me. My heart pounds for a moment, my face flushes, and I feel a pleasant surge in my crotch. “God, I hope she’ll have me” I think. “I so want to submit to her, to be her plaything tonight.”

Ignoring me for a moment, you go to the counter and order something and I become momentarily insecure, wondering if I have mistaken someone for you. But with your coffee in hand you walk over to me looking me directly in the eye. I sense your power and confidence, and I am the first to break eye contact.
“Bill?” you ask as I stand and reach my hand out. I smile with relief tinges with racing desire, gently shaking your hand as you sit and I follow. You are immediate and direct:

“Do you like what you see?”

“Yes, absolutely.” I reply.

“Good. So do I.” You reply. “Are you ready to submit to me? Now?”

“I already have,” I reply, and so wish to continue doing so.”

You chuckle quietly and say that you are not surprised.

“Give me your room key.” You demand, and I fish it from my pocket, handing it over immediately and obediently. “Good boy.” You say. “And your room Number?”

“432” I say.

“Go there. Now. Strip naked and lay face down on the bed with your arms spread above your head and your legs spread wide. Like in the photo you sent me. I will arrive shortly. When you hear the door open, you are not to look up to assure yourself it is me. You are to lay there and not move or speak unless you are told to do so. Do you understand?” you ask in a kind but firm voice.

I so want to please you, and am thrilled with your instructions, even though I know that it could be you or anyone who enters the room. I simply and calmly state a quiet “Yes Mistress and immediately stand up and leave.

I go right to the hotel, Identify myself at the front desk and get a second key as I “left mine in the room” and head on up. I turn the heat up a bit and quickly strip as you directed, immediately laying on the bed with a raging erection. I wonder how long it will be. I wonder if you will ever come at all. I wonder if you will be alone. I wonder if you will send someone else. I am nervous.

I lay there about five minutes, although it feels longer. My erection has left me, but it keeps coming back and leaving again as I imagine what might happen.
Finally, to my relief and worry both, I hear the door open.

It closes and I hear a rustle as someone enters the room. I do not look. I breathe shallowly holding my breath occasionally to listen. My cock begins to harden once again. For a long moment there is silence. I lay there with my legs spread wide. Vulnerable. Submitting. Submissive. Owned in this moment by you. Your toy to play with. But is it you? I am not 100% sure, absolutely petrified of any other outcome, and absolutely desirous for you. For your touch. For your voice. For your direction.

I feel a hand slide into the crack of my as then up it and away. Then nothing. Not a sound. I feel a thrill course through me, and worry that it is not you. I go back and forth between fear and abandoning myself to this, as you have directed me to do so. I am in your hands whether these are your hands touching me or not.

I hear rustling that sounds to me like clothing being shed. I hear a long zipper sound and then the sound of Velcro and metal rustling. My left ankle is wrapped in something. I think it to be a Velcro cuff of some sort. My right ankle is grabbed next and spread farther before being wrapped as well. I am spread quite wide and I realize a spreader bar has been placed between my ankles. Still not a word has been said, and I have remained silent as directed.
Once again a hand slides up my ass crack.

I feel someone get on the bed, on the opposite side of that to which my head faces. Once again I feel a hand slide up my ass. But this time it is wet. Slick. A finger begins to play with my asshole, teasing it. Gentle, yet confident. There is a shift on the bed as I feel a finger enter me and a breath by my ear. “Good boy” You say.

I am flooded with relief that it is you and now my sexual excitement roars to full intensity. I cannot help but moan, and I hear you chuckle in response. “Good boy” you repeat. You have submitted to me as I have required. Tonight you will be my toy and we will experience intense pleasure together. You will do as I direct. You will continue to submit. You will come when I command, but only as I command, as many times as I command. Speak.”

“Yes Mistress. I am yours” I say.

“Excellent” you reply. As you slide your finger out of me. “Do not move.”
I feel you get off of the bed and you unclasp my ankles.

“Off of the bed and on the floor on your knees in front of me, eyes open but looking at the floor. Quickly.”

I comply immediately, kneeling in front of you. For the moment that my eyes cross your body, I see that you are wearing your bra and panties. They are very sexy on you. I want to look more, but I look down as you have directed.

“Good” you state. “Now grab your cock. I want to see this edging that you have done for me so many times in the past. Stroke for me Bill. Edge. Continue to look at the floor until you do so, and when you reach that edge, look at my eyes.”

I stroke for you, and it does not take long to reach the edge, as you have me so incredibly turned on. I look up into your eyes with absolute desire, lust and submission. No one has ever looked at you with such an expression of want. An expression that only a puppy could have, but only a man’s face could express.
An expression that says I want to please you and I will do anything to do so.
You feel a surprising sense of erotic potential course through you as you see my eyes reach yours, as you see my edgingly hard cock at attention in my hand for you.

“Hold that edge” you say, “I want your tongue” I hold the edge as you release your breasts from your bra and as you slowly step out of your panties.

“Stop” you say as you step toward me, spreading your legs, placing your hand on the back of my head and guiding me to you as you say “Please me with your mouth. Hands behind your back”

I breathe you in as you guide me to you, smelling you. Wanting you. You are incredibly wet yourself and taste slick and delicious on my tongue. I slide up your slit once and across your clit, lapping up your juice and swallowing lustily. I hear you moan and I breathe harder myself. Kissing for a moment all around your mons, labia and upper thigh, I worship you with my lips before lapping once again at your wetness. I am amazed at my incredible desire for you. My incredible desire to please you, to give you the most pleasure possible, to attend to you so that I might prolong and intensify your pleasure. I continue to alternate between labial licks and clitoral tweaks as I explore what seems to please you. You give me feedback with your moans and the pressure of your hand on my head. My cock is rock hard with no stimulation other than your taste, texture and the thought that I am pleasing you. I am out of time, in the zone, totally present. I am your pleasure toy and nothing else, and it turns me on more than I have ever been to be so.

And so our evening begins.


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joanne01
 
 Age: 28
 New Bedford, Massachusetts