Posts Tagged ‘be my good girl’
Mmmmm, Victorian boarding school / medical inspection play! “You have a very common condition, young lady, but let’s take a look… ah, it’s more serious than I feared. No wonder you’ve had trouble concentrating on your studies!”
““Stop pressing rewind on things that should be deleted from your life.””
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Startlingly good advice, actually. I mean, imagine being so short of problems that we have to keep recycling he same ones over and over again.
Sex is easier than allll the books let on. The trick, you see, is to let go of your conceits and misconceptions and trust your partner, yes, and yourself. To listen to your partner, yes, and yourself!
To the untrained ear, saying “there is no should” sounds like “do whatever the fuck you want.” Good luck with that, by the way, but chances are “whatever the fuck you want” only means “all the things I think grandma, a minister, or “the feminists 🙄” don’t think you should. (Hint: outside our stereotypes chances are your grandmas, your minister if you have one, and “the feminists” have been doing all those things since before any of us were born!)
Instead “no should” means do what feels right, not “what you can get away with because nobody’s going to stop you.”
When you learn the difference between “what you really want” and “what you think you can get away with,” everything hard about sex gets out of the way.
kissing her pussy through her panties is so underrated
Nothing wrong with the whole “rip them off” business you see in movies, mind you. Though tbh unless they’re made to tear easily actually ripping them off is doable but tends to leave rug-burn like marks. And no, don’t ask me how I know this. 😏
But if there’s nothing wrong with mad-dash, bang-against-the-wall, barely-manage-to-shut-the-door, panty-ripping sex…
Well, there’s just so much more to be said about spending even more time undressing you than you spent picking everything out and putting it on.
So a long, slow trail of kisses down your body? Nudging your thighs apart with strong, older man’s hands? Continuing the line of kisses down over your panties and ending with a warm kiss right over your clit and then slipping my thumbs under the legs of your panties on either side of your hips and beginning to slide them down?
It’s always so underrated because, well, Is there even a way to rate that highly enough?
What do you think, kettlecorn?
When I was a young man when I lived in New England a sort of local-boy-does-good song went “winter, spring, summer, or fall / all you got to do is call / and I’ll be there”
Almost getting caught is soooo hot! Getting caught, on the other hand, is bad sexual ethics because by the definition of “getting caught” you’ve just involved someone else without their consent.
A man wanting you to cum before him is big dick, big husband, big daddy energy
TBH I’m always going to be selfish and want you to come first. And when I was really obsessed I really was selfish about it too!
I can’t speak for anyone else but while I was certainly a very effective lover I don’t think I became a good one till I realized you’ve got your own agency and turn ons and that sometimes you might want to make me come first, just like I like to make you.
But ohhhh do I ever really, really, really like making someone come. Before me. With me. After me. Sometimes even instead of me!
Sigh.
Actually, I guess that’s the other thing that finally made me a good lover: knowing that “to come before me” doesn’t mean you can’t be the one to make yourself come. Because we’ve got four hands and only one dick between us.
Come for me. Even if I can’t be there to help it would make me really happy knowing you’re able to take care of yourself too. And even more happy imagining you were.
Gonna be a pooter here and say…
Ethics vs. Morals. … While they are sometimes used interchangeably, they are different: ethics refer to rules provided by an external source, e.g., codes of conduct in workplaces or principles in religions. Morals refer to an individual’s own principles regarding right and wrong.
– Source: Diffen.com
So technically it would maybe be slightly better to say “no (externally imposed) ethics” than (internal guiding principles.)
But really you probably want to keep a good eye on both, hmm? Because “no means no” is an ethical guideline that some people may not have internalized, having not gotten the message back when they were 3. And “I did that once and I still feel awful about it” is at least an implicit statement of your own moral guidelines.
See also the general case of “no strings,” or “no safeword,” or “no limits.” Or in the business world “I won’t be undersold.” If you don’t have at least a little fine print there’s likely to be heartache at a minimum, sleepless nights, and possibly jail time if you really go overboard.
Please don’t get me wrong. I promise I’m really not knocking the meme. Saying things like “no morals” or “no limits” when you’re both hot and horny and just want to get down with others or even just yourself “no morals” is awesome way to express your feelings.
But unless you’re maybe the Manson Family or the aforementioned 3-year-old it’s just not, you know, not really true.
Quick question: how many codes of conduct, philosophical principles, social contracts, mutual agreements, personal integrity, and internal guiding principles are attached to “no strings attached?” I rest my case!
A Dominant Gives Their Submissive Leadership Through The Storms Of Life
If you think this isn’t just as true for tops as bottoms you’re missing the point of power exchange.
Based on decades of professional experience as a trainer and instructor, Paulo Freire was right that education can’t happen between adults if the instructor has nothing to learn from his or her students.
This is true for kink too. No matter how much older or more experienced, I’ve always learned cool and amazing things from, about, and with the people who’ve partnered with me.
How did you know you wanted to be a daddy?
Awesome question. I actually never “wanted” to be a Daddy. In fact, since to the extent I paid attention to D/Lg at all I’d dragged in all the usual negative stereotypes.
Luckily I had a relationship with a lovely, wise, and generous person who slowly revealed her Little tendencies to me. And… ok…
Little digression here: When I was a young man growing up all I knew about “homosexuals” was that they offered little boys like me candy and wanted me to get in their cars so run away. They carried purses. They wanted to be women. They hung around in bathrooms and lockerrooms and wanted fuck men in the ass, usually without their permission.
Oh, also, they’d proposition the shit out of you if they picked you up hitch-hiking. That last bit was actually true… except I’ll explain why it wasn’t in a little bit.
Anyway, I was goddamn terrified of gay men… until I was hanging around with a group of new people in a new town in a new state after leaving home and the one I’d been getting along with best of all was talking about all the ways to pick people up and all the sex he was having and even getting all these things paid for him in exchange for sex. And, me being a desperately hungry and unemployable young man from east Tennessee, I thought “wow, I’m so going to love living in Boston, this will be great!!!!” And… as he continued talking it percolated through my tiny little walnut-sized brain that those tips wouldn’t work for me because he was meeting and picking up and turning tricks with other men.
In other words this guy I’d gotten to know and like, a lot, was teh gay!!!
So I went to the bathroom and looked at myself all over in the mirror to see if I’d gotten any gay cooties on me and…
Nope. I was the same old me.
And I realized gay people are pretty much just like me, they weren’t ravening molesters, and they were pretty great to hang out with in rough proportion to everyone else in the general population.
He eventually did proposition me once a few months later. Used my favorite pickup line on me, even, one he in fact had taught me! “Would you be offended if I made a pass at you?” And, as he’d also taught me, I said “no, but I’d decline.” And he said, “oh, ok” and never mentioned it again.
I mentioned earlier about men who’d proposition me when I was hitchhiking. And how stressful it was because generally they weren’t interested in accepting no as an answer, which left me figuring out how the hell to get out of their car without either them or me resorting to violence.
But guess what? In retrospect I’m pretty confident that not a single one of those guys was actually gay. They were all married. All somewhat older men. All talked about how their wives weren’t very attractive. And tried to give me all this “wisdom” about how a hole’s really just a hole to a man. And how “all men would prefer a tight man’s ass to a flabby old-lady pussy” and…
Yeah, they weren’t gay in any lifestyle or ethics sort of way, they were just straight, vanilla guys who wanted their rocks off.
So. So much for that stereotype.
It’s the same thing with the stereotypes I had about Daddies and Littles. Once I realized the awesome human being I’d been flirting and sharing and sexting with was also a Little, and that she thought I might be a pretty good Daddy, I more discovered I was one before I wanted to be one!
I started this blog maybe two years ago to figure out what the hell “being a Daddy” even meant. But the more I’ve learned…
The more I’ve realized…
I’ve been a Daddy almost my entire life!
Which brings up one of my most important messages, one I repeat over and over: D/Lg is a kink, not an age. It’s something any two people can do, of any age, of any genders or sexualities.
If I never properly wanted to be a Daddy I do want everyone to get that particular message: long as they involve adults who capably and willingly consent, kinks are kinks, not body types, ages, relationship status, orientations, or modes of expressing it.
Thanks so much for asking!