BDSM

My desire is many things, but one thing it is is fragile.

I’m exquisitely dominant, but roughness doesn’t come naturally — I go to great lengths to protect the women I fuck from my anger, and I want to understand why.

A modest proposal.

The story of my evening with Rose and Penelope, told in reverse. We’re at the part where Penelope walks through the door.

Compliance is a turn-on. Imperfect compliance is a turn-off. Don’t make me ask twice.

Your entire body will be still, like it or not. I need to go shopping.

She’s tall, toned, and joyously kinky — and our date got me thinking about shame, its absence, and why I need it lurking somewhere nearby for sex to mean anything at all.

Sometimes I don’t want to touch. I just want to sit across from you, hard, and tell you what to do.

I don’t want to bend you to my will. I want your will to curl into mine like shrink-wrap — no distance, no submission, just utter harmony. Maybe that’s not dominance. Maybe it’s just infantile.

V called me out as a weak spanker. I took it personally.