This is the raging beast, the monstrous tormenter. And that's his beautiful cock. Our sex life has been slow lately, for academic reasons. When I get aroused, I either browse Literotica (see if you can guess which stories appeal to me the most) or look at pictures from when Bear and I lived together. I love this picture because I see my juices still glistening on him. I see the veins, which remind me that we must have been involved in some sort of bondage session (he gets hard when he fucks me, obviously, but the only thing that brings out the "rock hardness" is when he fucks me and hurts me at the same time). I can almost feel the ridges coursing in and out of me, my cervix almost twinges from the amount of slamming it must have been getting. That cock, boy, how I love it. And how it destroys me.

I've been thinking more about BDSM lately. Namely, can it be incorporated into a relationship in more than a casual sense and still not BE the relationship? Is it possible to have a successful mundane relationship (communication, cooperation, etc.) and still live as master and slave? I want that life, I miss that life... but I'm not sure I'm ready for that to be all there is. I don't even want that as the basis of our relationship. I want to be happy together - able to talk, work as a team, make decisions together - and still know that he's taking care of me and helping me make hard personal decisions (as well as all the sexual side effects of living that way). Any thoughts?

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Friday, September 23, 2005.