We had normal sex. I was on top, he was fondling my breasts and sucking on them… And after a minute or two (or perhaps 15) he came. Wow. I didn’t know we could do that. I didn’t come, but mostly because it was such a short match. This was because he has been without an orgasm from sunday and I haven’t.
Before I could persuade him to join me in a tumble he said, that he had kind of felt like playing with himself in the past few days even though he had been a bit sad and tired, but he felt he had to save himself for me. I’m overjoyed that he’s gentle and loving like that, but it’s not cool for him to resent me for it then later on. I was not asking for it, though I have to admit that I’d been pretty sour if I’d found out about it, because I was in the mood to have sex, but I saw he was not and played with myself because of that.
But I wonder. Was one of the reasons I didn’t come, because we weren’t really playing hard ball like we use to? It might also be, because he got to choose the style, the rhythm, the touching, and I was bound by my role as a submissive. Which wasn’t even prominent at all! But he doesn’t let me do a lot, he wants to guide me and move my body like he likes it and he keeps changing rhythm to match his desire. I don’t know how to address this. Sometimes I just do what I like and he lets me and enjoys it entirely and thoroughly, because it’s obviously really hot when your wife (I almost wrote girlfriend, boy will I ever get used to being married?) goes crazy from lust…
But then again, most of the time it’s a downer for him, and he will forcefully stop me or just plain stop everything till we sort it out. So I don’t feel I’m actually free to do what I like. Although I guess I should feel that way.
So, we had sex that was not so much a play of dominance and submission, but in my head it was… and that made me think if things are right? Yeah, it’s not hard at all to live this life and have these contradicting desires!
He finished me off with his tongue even though I’m menstruating, and no it’s not a submissive thing, it’s just an egalitarian thing. (He came, so I should too, and hands and dildos just aren’t enough – and he knows it.) After I came, we kissed and I rolled over and saw the blood was spilled. So was the seed. There’s a nice bloody stream of semen trailing our white bedding now.
And here I end my story. Wasn’t it wonderful?