Wednesday, January 07, 2009

My Sexual Fantasy: Dominate Me

I don’t have a whole lot going in the way of sexual fantasies.

Sex in the rain.

Public sex.

Watching other folk get it on

But what I really like and am often afraid (ashamed) to admit is that I like to be dominated.

Not full on S&M to the point where I’m bloodied, bruised or in pain mind you. But enough to where there’s little doubt about who’s in control of the show…and I don’t want it to be me.

See, I’m a bit of a control freak in my everyday life. I’m super independent. I take care of myself and help with my family. I’m your all around post women’s rights movement “I don’t have to rely on a man,” type of gal. So, when I get in the bedroom I want someone else to be in charge for a change.

Now, this wasn’t always the case. Once upon a time I wanted to be the dominant one. I wanted to be in control of the situation, my man, myself, the whole deal. But that was a young girl who was power trippin’ and rather enjoying the new found power that sex gave me.

Fast forward some years and a girl got tired of always being in charge. Tell me what to do….please. Smack me around a bit. Tie me up. Bite me. It’s your show baby; I’m just along for the ride.

I believe it’s called being a submissive in sex lingo. Don’t get me wrong. This doesn’t mean I lie there like a fish. I’m a very active participant; I just want you to prove to me you’re the man you claim to be.

I don’t to often share this little fantasy with many of the men I date. In all honesty, most aren’t up for the challenge. If they can’t handle me outside the bedroom, there’s no way in the hell they can handle me inside the bedroom. So, it’s something I keep to myself, waiting to find the right man that I trust enough to handle me the way I like to be handled.

I’ve got one now who seems to be u to the task. We will see. So you now you know my sexual fantasy. What are yours?

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

My fantasy actually was my reality up until the day he died..gotta love the dominoes!

Anonymous said...

I like the submissive vibe as well...some slapass, grab my hair...yeah. My honey does it just right, but I like to be the agressor? I dunno if thats what you call it...But I like it when he's in cuffs, and I can do whateverrrr I want. I guess Im a people pleaser, lol

darkwitness said...

Very nice! I guess that I'm the other end of the spectrum. I want to dominate. I had a friend who was my personal submissive for a little while. Everyday, she would get a sexual assignment that she had to perform at during the day, send me pics of what she was wearing, and even think of me while she had sex with her man (oh, did i mention that she was in a relationship?)It was great!

Jobsdone said...

Interesting. It's good that you can express that desire. Perhaps you're looking for a bedroom Dominant; from there it is polymorph perversity or bust. Just kidding (a bit). Go get it. Have fun. There are people who will help and guide.

Lady J said...

WOW! I could have written this post myself. I always figured it wasn't just me. :-) I understand exactly where you're coming from except it's not my family I'm taking care of it's my 2 male children.

Finding that Alpha Male in the bedroom is a joy!

redhaired_soprano said...

I am a young (ok, 30 something) soprano that was singing at a Seattle venue (the Paramount) when I had the most incredible experience of my life. One tenor (let's call him Monsieur Parfait) was an older gentleman but quite distinguished and was in excellent shape, trim and athletic. I squeezed his arm once in a friendly manner and found it was quite firm. I was in my dressing room before a dress rehearsal when he walked by. I politely asked him to give me some assistance and he agreed. He stepped in and I closed the door. We were alone. I asked him to check the strap on my shoe and as he stooped, I lifted my green, Victorian gown. He glanced for a moment at my legs (I'm proud of them) and then back to my shoe. He said it looked fine ann as he looked up I opened my dress more to expose my short, light brown curls. He froze with mouth agape, his eyes traveling between my eyes and my open invitation. "How about a kiss for luck?" I asked, twisting the ruffles of my dress playfully. A soft gasp seeped out of him, then he silently leaned forward to kiss the soft petals of my flower. I placed a hand behind his head and pulled him forward harder, pressing his face into me as I wriggled my hips. Slowly at first, his tongued spilled out to lap tenderly then he seemed to surrender to me, his hands crawled up my leps until they held my buttocks firmly. He lowered beneath me and began using techniques unfamiliar to me and he was almost lifting me with his face. I accidentally blurted him name louder than I expected to "Dan. DAN!" Which caused someone (a chorus member) to open the door and poke her head in as I dropped my dress over Monsieur Parfait while I could not help making little gasps as pleasure built upon pleasure, washing over my very soul. "He isn't out here, do you want me to find him?" She asked. I shook my head no as I continued to gasp, my soprano voice making high little "ah's" when she stepped in."What is that warm-up technique you are..." "NOT NOW." I quipped, waving her away with my hand. As she left, the door closing, I moaned deeply and almost collapsed. My tenor had finished his aria and he stood up, wiped his face carefully with tissues then departed surreptitiously. Oh Monsieur, Jusqu'à ce que nous exécuter à nouveau.