"Seduce the mind, and the body will follow," says in the one of the blogs that I follow, by a Canadian guy who lives in a D/s lifestyle and is quite well known in his community as a sensual Dominant (named DominantSoul).
Imagine sharing your deepest, most lustful desires with someone who you trust and respect. Imagine giving this person total control in ensuring that your carnal need is filled. Imagine a relationship built on rules, terms, conditions, and safe words, but grows in love, devotion, and affection.
That has been my ultimate fantasy in wanting to be here as a member. And it seems, by a strange twist of fate, I found that someone. And an incidental discovery at that.
To reach the unexplored heights of passion, it takes some understanding of what our bodies like and enjoy. This is quite easy for tactile individuals like me. I can recall physical sensations, even almost smell what something has delighted me in my memory.
How does the feel of soft crushed velvet excite your woman? Or does she enjoy the earthiness of leather? A fetish triggers an unexplicable sexual craving, and common fetishes include lingerie, stilettoes, the sight of ripped muscles, and even tattoos.
The bedroom is a play ground in which these could all be experimented with, to accompany both foreplay and coupling. Sensual domination, as a theme for play, can bring so much pleasure to fever pitch the way fire can bring a kettle to a boil. Nothing but pure bliss.
My partner and I have a whole lot of learning about each other, even if we already share similar interests in terms of the kinky things that drive us fuck-wild.
The temporary time zone difference may separate us for the moment, yet I have seen how intense we are towards each other online, even during sexual play. But I feel a much more intense connection. I know from how I react to the sound of his voice, the way I am taken by his pics, the way my imagination conjures so many sexy possibilities, I can't help but feel both longing and dread, of the power we would have over each other, of how far we can both ascend the dizzying heights of pleasure.
Oh how my knees would melt when he orders 'Bend over!'
