Sometimes you just cannot account for things that make you laugh out loud but leave you embarrassed to your core. Such a thing happened to me last year while my partner and I were employed in a little holiday sex.
We were having a joyous period – good things continually raining down upon us- and a magical holiday on a Greek island was one of these happenings.
From our studio room you could view the sea, but the bed itself was over-looked (through the window) from the top of the building outside. When I say over-looked I mean that someone standing on the said roof could see straight into our bed room and indeed view the double bed in its entirety. But why would anyone be on the roof top in the middle of the day when it wasn’t used for anything except for satellite dishes and solar panels?
By midday the temperature on the beach was soaring. The only thing to do was go back to the room, have some lunch, a glass of wine, an afternoon siesta and some raunchy holiday sex.
My body was turning an attractive golden brown and under instruction I was stretched out taut on the bed. My man tied both feet to the corner posts at the bottom of the bed. He came up to the top and kissed me while tying my hands above my head onto the bed board.
I do appreciate that some people reading this may struggle to understand how and why I can put my body under the restraint and control of a man. It is not something I do lightly. It demands a high degree of trust and intensity that strengthens the bond and desire that flows between us. I do it for him, but it is also what I want -and need- from a relationship. It gives me the gift to be totally myself with my man; I wonder how many of you can own that? Continue reading Holiday Sex – Embarrassing Sex?→
How do I tell my partner about my fantasies? This question is one that I am sure has passed across every adult’s mind at some time in a relationship. I feel it is extremely important to be able to express yourself sexually and fulfil your fantasies with your partner, but you can’t just expect them to know what you yearn for unless you have discussed it. How do I tell my partner about my fantasies? Well communication is paramount in any sexual relationship but particularly so when “kinkier” events are played out.
The following scenario occurred on a regular afternoon in my life. The incidents that happened were highly charged and pleasurable to us both. I trusted him to deliver what I desired and he trusted me to take it. This trust was not blind, it existed because we spend much time talking about our fantasies and what we both require within our sexual relationship. If we can do that, you can too. So how do I tell my partner about my fantasies? A good place to start is to ask them first exactly what they want sexually and what occurs within their fantasies. Then you are free to explain what you long for in return. Remember they may be pondering the same question in regards to you. Such a conversation can be difficult to initiate but so rewarding in the long term. It shouldn’t be just a one off dialog either. It’s a topic a couple should return to often if they are going to keep their relationship satisfying. Don’t be afraid to ask, after all it is far more frightening to be in a relationship that is just not stimulating you, than to ask a question that momentarily may make you blush.
“Do you want me to wear lipstick?” I ask him.
“Yes that’s an idea”, he replies, removing his t shirt. We had just come in from the garden where we had been enjoying lamb/pepper kebabs and wine for lunch. Now both hot and a little bit sweaty we had moved into the bedroom to indulge ourselves.
Many thoughts cross my mind regarding the prospect of exploring bondage, would this be the day I ask myself?
The sun is warm on my back as we sit out on the patio and unwind. I am so thrilled to see him. We have been separated due to work and are spending a few days together away from home. Our relationship, in its present incarnation, is somewhat new and I am feeling so horny towards him!
“Want to see the hay loft?” He enquires.
I follow him up the wooden ladder inside the barn. It smells musty, dry and warm. Out of the corner of my eye I watch him open a bottle of Cava and fill two glasses. My main focus is taken by some ropes strategically placed hanging from one of the rafters and a horse whip lying nearby on the hay.
I take the glass he is offering and sip the sparkling wine. My mind is racing with expectation. We have talked about exploring bondage and all its trappings and because we have known each other intimately over many years there aren’t many things we won’t discuss. At this moment he is taking me at my word – have I been bluffing? I look in his eyes and realise in a short while we will both know the answer to this question.
I had a casual relationship many years before which involved spanking and some other kinky activities. With that experience under my belt I am certain I like pain and also I know that I don’t want to be the dominant one where sex is concerned, but whips and ropes?
He hasn’t been my man long. We have wanted each other for ages but circumstances haven’t been kind to us. Perhaps this fact contributed to the electric intensity that often sparked between us. We don’t have to wait anymore, we aren’t young, I think to myself.