My thoughts turn to our erotic experiences when I remember ways in which it has been fun to control you. We never got into the BDSM scene, finding the clothes and the rough of it less appealing than our own mind-games. We are both equally educated, solvent and widely traveled. You know I am an alpha male, having dealt in millions, and completed large projects, employed many people. Although we live together and meet as equals there is a glint in your grey eyes when you stare at me, like a cat. In that long steady look now you are connecting with the erotic spark between us. It might be across a room, or it might be while I have my hand in your knickers.
This blog is my occasional memories about our intense erotic times. Perhaps it will appeal to other women, who, like you , become wilder and adventurous when giving up control.
We sailed away from our friends once on a large lake in our small sailing dinghy. It was a hot day, and the wind died, we drifted on a mirror of water that reflected a perfect sky. You wore those loose white shorts, and nothing but that filmy white tea shirt. You began to stare at my bulge in my tight red trunks, and I could read your mind.
Keeping the appearances of being respectable, our bottom half of clothing slid down. You were lying back the little foredeck you watched me wrap one end round my upstanding cock. Pointing between your legs was all it took from me to give you the instruction to place the rope there.
The heat became intense, as did our stares. You watched two turns around my twitching erection. I was mesmerised by the way it slid between your labia, glistening in the sun. You tugged it tighter up to yourself, and I jerked it gently to let you feel my control of your pleasure centre .
The small dinghy inhibited us, and only allowed those small tugs we each took in turn. Your eyes became hooded, half closed, as our breathing quickened. The scents of summer and the sounds of birdsong became our background.
Until you saw me spurting , which I know you love and you made that noise of pleasure the same as you do when you are in a climax. Not taking my eyes off your spread open pussy I took the rope back and pointed at the mast. Yes, you eased towards it. one leg each side. And there was a small black plastic cleat just the right height. What pleasure to see you stimulated down there by my boat , as you eased your clit up and down slowly on it. But then faster, and pulling your belly up tight with one hand.... yes you came with that same crying out that I like to hear.
Relaxing after a climax in the hot sun. There is nothing quite like it. and the new sound of gentle rippling reminded us, with wind to sail again , smiling , back to friends.
I liked that time because you did what I wanted, but also the danger of capsizing controlled us both. Nobody wants a dunking in the middle of sex !
Seeking playful woman for mutual fun-perhaps with her partner for games.
