May 5, 2008
[A quick post because I've been thinking about the subject. After this I really do need to write about the rest of the weekend, because the vast majority of it actually did not involve a particular tall, sexy, slightly awkward geek.]
Xel spanked me today, and it was fucking hot. Thinking about it has got me feeling all tingly and swollen in places polite people don’t talk about.
I almost always write in here from a dominant perspective, because generally, that’s the role I play in relationships. I think my switchy side is coming out though, it certainly did today with Xel. Which is especially weird because I have taken a very dominant role with him most of the time. I really liked that little switch-around though. Not as an always thing, but as an occassional spicy hotness, tease me and slap my pussy and smack my ass because the impact and the jiggle turn us both on.
It’s even got me fantasizing about being tied down, thinking about those spanking benches in the dungeon and how delicious it would be bent over and exposed and helpless while he plays with me. I like the idea of being free to just revel in the sensations without having to worry about what I’m doing. Like gourmet food or fine wine, it’s so splendid that it’s almost a sin to do anything but just close your eyes and savor it.
