So the hardest thing Iâve ever had to wrap my tiny little walnut-sized brain around is that my interest-verging-on-a-fetish for your orgasms is not your responsibility.
I grew into my sexuality in the âShe Comes Firstâ era in the late 1970s. Which at the time was an important stepping stone away from the âshe comes?!?!â mentality that preceded it. But it was still pretty patronizing and frankly pretty male-centric too. It meant that gentlemen were obliged to âmakeâ their partners come one way or another before finally ejaculating in her⊠usually in her vagina.
Welcome to the 21st Century where itâs no longer a shock (or shouldnât be!) that you can probably make yourself come from the comfort of your own home. Alone.
With the result that while you may thoroughly enjoy having orgasms, and may also thoroughly enjoy having me help you have them, your purpose for being there isnât so I can make you have them.
Understanding that youâre with me for your enjoyment, yes, but that your enjoyment may or may not include having orgasms, was⊠surprisingly (at least to me)⊠has made me less of a sex technician and more of a, you know, lover.
So thank you so much for wanting to be with me â or at least try me out. Thank you for indulging the high-key Dominant pleasure I get from helping you come. But also thank you for enjoying what you like to do too. Â
And if itâs not 100% in alignment with mine, or mineâs not in 100% alignment with yours? Then thank you for spending time with me to come up with things to do that make us both happy we came⊠or didnât⊠together.
Because you could have always stayed home and played in the tub alone, couldnât you?Â
Oh I LOVE this⊠but you best believe you better make me come first, and often, for a while. I NEED to know you can make me come âso that YOU may threaten me with denial. đ
Ooh, excellent point from @quellelaqui! So. Just a little reminder that if youâre into orgasm denial you damn well better be able to prove youâre really doing denial and not just, you know, papering over that you donât know how.
As for me and denial? Â I can pretend, for a little while, and oooh can I tease and edge you till youâre beside yourself… but only if I know that after Iâve taken you to the precipice I can finally tip you over the edge and down with a (metaphorical if not literal) splash.
When I donât think my body can cope with another orgasm⊠donât you dare let me pull your hands awayâŠ.
Aaaanddd to be fair, if youâve got a forced-orgasm kink then we might get along very very well. đ
Edging and forced orgasms with my were my âgateway drugâ to topping after an early partner and I discovered she adored being bound hand and foot and teased up and over again and again till she was an exhausted puddle of contentment.
I always feel sorry for folks who donât think kinksters should do anything so âvanilla.â Because, heh, youâre soooo on top when I do this, arenât you, guttersnip? Â
One of the most difficult things about being a good Daddy is continuing to pretend Iâm totally oblivious when you want attention. Well. More than want. And more that attention too.
But itâs just so much fun idly patting your head and saying âtrying to get comfy, doodlebug?â And âgoodness youâre a wiggle worm arenât you?â And âdo you need to go potty?â Or âdo you need more room on the bed? I can move over.â
And oh itâs adorable watching you blush when I say, all mild and seemingly clueless, âuse your words, I donât understand.â
But ohhh ainât you wet when I finally âunderstand â and say âoh do you need to hump Daddyâs thigh while I rub your little butt, popcorn?â
By which time itâs one of the most difficulthardest things for me too. đ
I learned this back when I was a teenager! Donât just wait till youâre wet. Donât wait till you say youâre ready. Wait even wait till youâre moving back or up or over to meet me. Wait till youâre feeling that empty inside-y ache for it.
No, not every time. But donât those little teasing bumps where you can really feel and maybe squeeze back against that first little stretch feel nice? When it finally arrives?
