The love of my life is also my husband and master. He's a very very accommodating man who is also not afraid to take what he wants from me . That makes me the luckiest girl alive. This is my story of submission, of surrender, and of joy - mostly told through sex.
I'm so blank I didn't realize it was intentionally left blank.
But it's perfect. What am I thinking about? Maybe on some survival level I'm thinking Don't choke, Don't bite, Don't lose balance.
I'm not thinking, I'm feeling. Feeling muscles tightening in both of us, feeling the pump of the blood humming, feeling his breathing change, feeling my chance to swallow that infinite power, encased in fragile silk.
Probably good you said something to me, Emen, since putting the line in there made it more obvious. :) But, right, feeling, and...existing. It's actually quite freeing.
I'm with you - don't choke, breathe, don't choke, breathe! That's all I can think about. Afterwards I think stuff like "I feel used" or "I feel ravaged" or "I feel accomplished because that was a great thing I did (hubby is huge)!" Of course that's a lot words, I really just feel it instead of thinking it. But during, I'm just trying to relax and stay conscious.
Seriously - with all of his talking - there is NO inner monologue?!? So - you helped cultivate his vociferousness - maybe he can help you cultivate yours =)
I can't speak for Conina, but when you have an incessant inner monologue going through your head every moment of every day, having that finally shut off is such a relief. I'm convinced that's why I enjoy giving the blowjob so much. It's the only time I have any peace.
There is nothing. In this instance, t1klish can speak for me - she's absolutely right. When I am sucking cock, there is no thought process, nothing that goes on up there... just me, existing as pleasure object for him. It's interesting, because there is often an inner monologue during the rest of sex.... (and the rest of my waking hours) but, no, there's nothing. No words, no thoughts. Just feelings.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
ReplyDeleteGlad it's not just me. :)
DeleteI'm so blank I didn't realize it was intentionally left blank.
ReplyDeleteBut it's perfect. What am I thinking about? Maybe on some survival level I'm thinking Don't choke, Don't bite, Don't lose balance.
I'm not thinking, I'm feeling. Feeling muscles tightening in both of us, feeling the pump of the blood humming, feeling his breathing change, feeling my chance to swallow that infinite power, encased in fragile silk.
Probably good you said something to me, Emen, since putting the line in there made it more obvious. :) But, right, feeling, and...existing. It's actually quite freeing.
DeleteI'm with you - don't choke, breathe, don't choke, breathe! That's all I can think about. Afterwards I think stuff like "I feel used" or "I feel ravaged" or "I feel accomplished because that was a great thing I did (hubby is huge)!" Of course that's a lot words, I really just feel it instead of thinking it. But during, I'm just trying to relax and stay conscious.
DeleteI don't even consider those thoughts - more, survival instincts. :) Ooooh I have a new story. I should post!
DeleteI like it.
ReplyDeleteI aim to please. :)
DeleteGreat post :) Wish I had thought of it, cause I don't think when I'm doing it either.
ReplyDeleteThere's thankfully not that much to think about. Sometimes there's weird things like, oh, my face is wet... and then the thoughts go away again.
DeleteThat was AWESOME!
ReplyDeleteHeh, so glad that you liked it! I worked hard on it. :)
DeleteI am glad you decided to go for it. :)
ReplyDeleteIt took a while, but then I thought, hey, I might as well give it a shot! ;)
DeleteSeriously - with all of his talking - there is NO inner monologue?!? So - you helped cultivate his vociferousness - maybe he can help you cultivate yours =)
ReplyDeleteI can't speak for Conina, but when you have an incessant inner monologue going through your head every moment of every day, having that finally shut off is such a relief. I'm convinced that's why I enjoy giving the blowjob so much. It's the only time I have any peace.
DeleteThere is nothing. In this instance, t1klish can speak for me - she's absolutely right. When I am sucking cock, there is no thought process, nothing that goes on up there... just me, existing as pleasure object for him. It's interesting, because there is often an inner monologue during the rest of sex.... (and the rest of my waking hours) but, no, there's nothing. No words, no thoughts. Just feelings.
DeleteGreat post, very well said. I agree completely
ReplyDeleteI love how this resonates with so many people, and I'm so glad as it took me so long to do. ;)
DeleteIt is lovely. I'm definitely a fan.
ReplyDelete::giggle::
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