I was sorting through some old files before defragmenting my computer and came upon this, from a blog that Bear and I used to co-author a few years ago when we were still living in sin (as opposed to fucking in sin, which is what we do now since we aren't married and we don't live together *laugh*). I may have mentioned it here before, it was called Sexual Anarchism and was the reason I got up in the morning most days. I was adorably naive and, obviously, Bear and I were much more involved in a D/s relationship than we are these days (not to say that we're not involved - just that it's much more intrinsically understood and less requiring a statement of intent).

Anyhow, he wrote these two lovely entries and I just had to share them. Have I ever mentioned just how much writers turn me on (and, you know, my writer in specific)?

And one other thing.

There is nothing better than feeling her come down from sub space when she's pressed against me, shivering slightly, in the moments just before we go to sleep.

There is nothing better than feeling her breath on my chest as she rests her head on my shoulder.

There is nothing better than drifting off to sleep like this, knowing that this moment will occur again and again, that this is something which is ours, that we are both at our most vulnerable at this time, that we have both given a profound gift to the other in the moments which preceded this one, and will continue to give of ourselves in the moments that follow.

But that one moment ... that small little wriggle as she nestles closer ... it's the best thing I can imagine.

Decisions.

We had been reading for a while. I'm a huge Jonathan Carroll fan and was trying to finish "White Apples." She was working on her biography of Emma Goldman. This is our idea of light bedtime reading.

I forget exactly how it started. I know I had read her post from yesterday and apologized for how my come tastes at the moment; I'm on some medication and can't do much about it. It will get back to normal as time passes, but that doesn't make things easier for her at the moment.

She started laughing. "That is the least subtle way anyone has ever asked me for head," she said.

I clarified my point - I wasn't asking for nor demanding it. I was expressing regret and letting her off the hook.

We talked for a few moments about this concept ... and then she slid beneath the covers and took me in her mouth, effectively taking the decision out of my hands. While that may seem like poor behavior on the part of a submissive, I hadn't told her not to give me head; I had merely said I wasn't requiring it of her. After I came in her mouth and she had finished licking her lips clean, we started kissing - innocently enough at first, but it didn't take long before I had pulled her on top of me and she was rubbing against my still-hard cock.

I believe she explained that she's decided not to have sex while she's on her period; her reasons are her own, but I respect them and don't push. Some limits are meant to be played with; others are meant to be left alone. Yet as we were kissing, as I was tasting my come in her mouth, as she was grinding against me, I slowly began pulling her briefs down. I stopped after no more than an inch and resumed kissing and caressing her.

Time passed. Lips were kissed. My hands eventually found their way back to her waist and hips. And her briefs eventually found their way to the floor.

And her response to all this was simple.

"I love it when you make decisions for me." I slid in on her blood and she began grinding against me, whimpering softly, only stopping her soft cries to ask for permission to come, which I gladly gave. After all, she had been a wonderful submissive that evening and deserved a reward.

And so she came, pulling me closer, gasping in my ear and kissing me.

For her second orgasm, I grabbed the back of her neck with my left hand and wrapped my right arm around her, pulling her down onto my cock as I thrust into her tight, wet cunt. It didn't take nearly as long for her to have her second orgasm as it did for her first.

And then she told me that she didn't think she could come again. This, of course, is nonsense.

I used my hands and arms to immobilize her on my chest and proceeded to thrust into her as hard as I could, to split her open and pound her cunt. In even less time than it took for her second, she was asking permission to come again.

And I gave it gladly. However, she still wasn't satisfied.

She wanted come in her cunt.

And that's how I found myself behind her, looking down, telling her to get her ass in the air as I stroked my cock, masturbating until I was close enough to orgasm to slide inside her and spill myself into her.

We wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed more after that, covered in blood, sweat and come. Then we went to sleep. It was a truly glorious evening.

And, purely for the record, I love making decisions for her when she's been such a good girl.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Tuesday, October 24, 2006.