Needing

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This is a piece of prose I wrote about the sheer need of wanting control / dominance and to be controlled / submissive. It’s not meant to be a Mills and Boon, or even erotic, but it’s just how I feel. The piece swaps between dominant / submissive viewpoints and also from male to female perspectives, notwithstanding that I am male, last time I checked... It’s also a bit fluid on the sexuality side and could apply to MM or FF, as well as MF partnerships. 

It’s raw, from the heart and passionate. It’s me, rendered asunder...

I hope you enjoy. It’s my gift to you, my friends in this community. 

 

 

Needing.

 

It’s so hard to explain the needing. The utter wanting. How can it be this strong a feeling? What are the chemical reactions and physical events within the physiology that cause such extreme feelings?

I’m no longer satisfied by “ordinary” sex. Yeah, it gives a release, if I’m even turned on enough, but it’s not deep enough. Not deep enough into my head, my heart or even my soul, to satisfy the burning desire. I need more. Much more. I need kink in my life. Vanilla won’t cut it. It’s got to be more than choc chip too. Caramel? Mint? Not even near. I’m thinking more Knickerbocker Glory with extra cream and Hundreds and Thousands and a couple of sparklers. Now we’re getting there...

I need extra. I need to feel more. No, *** won’t do it. I don’t need a line of coke. That won’t satisfy my inner desire to be totally dominated. Or my switched desire to completely dominate. I need company for that! Yes, I need an accomplice who has similar needs. Oh yes, I’m willing to share. I need to share in fact. What’s the point of going it alone? How’s that going to satisfy the need? Playing with yourself has a place but it’s not capable of delivering the results that an in-tune playmate can.

The longing for the control, and to be controlled. The ***, the anticipation, the excitement, the total ***ness, all given willingly, in pursuit of that out-of-body experience, that descent into sub space where reality blurs and fantasy actually comes alive, being realised after so long in the world of “out of reach”. That ascent into the God world of power Dom, the giver and controller of all pleasure. That’s where I need to be. Either of those places.

So, complete bondage, restraint, gags, breath play and Dominant controlled poppers administration then? Yeah, that’s a start at least. Followed by insertion. Fuck, yeah! Insertion of large, cavity-filling, orifice-invading, hole-stretching toys, plugs, bungs and fists. Did we say fists? Yeah, fists. Plural? Well, erm, yes actually, when feasible. Definitely that would be a good follow-on. This will teach domination and submission pretty effectively. Now we at least know who’s calling the shots, who has the reins of control. Oh take me! I’ll have all of you... The ability to withhold air flow. Or to *** poppers intake, relaxing that orifice enough to take that massive bung that will stay in for as long as I want, even if you didn’t want it. Tough, you’re having it. And I’m gonna make you take it. And you’re gonna learn to love it. On my terms. Now that is control.

But there’s more. Much more. Oh yes. Automation. Mechanisation. Turbo charging. Exoskeletonising the art of fisting. Taking the physical hard work out of it and allowing the fister to concentrate on giving the pleasure rather than having to exert the effort to effect the thrusting. Fuck fastening a dildo to the end of the rod. That’s verging on vanilla. Fuck that. Fastening the elbow and upper forearm to the end of a thrusting machine, having the machine *** the fist in and out of the totally restrained sub. Now we have control. Power. Psychological and electrical power. Submission. Utter *** submission. Merciless, indefatigable thrusting with no slow-down.  Now you’ve been owned. You’d better be ready for the onslaught. It’s gonna happen. 

There isn’t always a release. Sometimes it never comes / cums. It doesn’t matter. It’s the power and control that satisfies the head space, not the orgasm. The domination / submission balance. The absolute and unconditional trust in the partner or playmate. The being lost in the space, the moment, the fantasy-turned-reality. Regardless of the outcome physically, there’s the unspeakable gratitude for the generosity of the playmate in the giving of themselves to the scene, to the mutual delight of both players. This warrants respect of the highest order. And aftercare. 

Yeah, aftercare! Wham bam thank you Ma’am? Fuck that. We are adults, mature, seasoned players. Quick shag? Don’t even bother. We both need fulfilment on a level way, way beyond that. So yeah, aftercare.

The full body massage. The total creaming. The Aloe Vera Soothe. The caressing, the flesh on flesh. The slow prolonged come-down. The titillations of post coital or post playtime genital massage. The shudders and shakes. The buttock massage with the cheeky rectal thumb-slip. Oops! No really, carry on, it’s nice. Nice? Actually that is, right now, just, fucking... amazing... yep, carry on... hmmm... that’s it... yes... oooh... Gentle, soothing, yes, but stimulating too. Yes, you are seriously skilled my playmate. You’ve done this before!

The breast massage. Fuck yeah! Tits! Wow. So horny, so squidgy with the cream. More shudders with the chilling erect nipples being skimmed over. And the face, the neck... just a squeeze away from stopping the air... no, that was before. This is aftercare. So we’re back to the massage, the gentle caressing. The kissing of exposed flesh. The trailing of your finger ends gently, barely touching, my shoulder blades. The trailing of my tongue from your hair line at the nose of your neck right down your back, between your buttocks. Now pull your knees up, that’s it, and my tongue continues it’s journey... roll over and I’ll come underneath all the way up past your belly and between your breasts. Tits! Fuck yeah. God your tits... nipples... sorry, distracted for a minute..., and back up to your neck, which is kissed and kissed and kissed and your lips... so enticing and kissable... mmmm... and your kiss tastes so good, my kinky darling. 

And the massaged finish, as you grab me and manipulate the climax from my freshly creamed and massaged body. The release, the endorphins, the seratonin burst. The satisfaction. The relaxation. The utter gratitude and mental connection I share with you. You understand me, and I you. And we just took each other to new highs that most of the population never experience in a lifetime. We are so blessed! So fortunate. Our lives so richly enhanced by our shared generosity in kinkiness. Thank you my playmate, until next time, when we’ll go higher and further and deeper and harder. And we’ll love more and *** less. Thank you my friend. And we’ll submit further and control more firmly. And we’ll love it. Thank you my kinky lover. Thank you, thank you, thank you, for everything.

[Wo****]

Couldn't agree more with your sentiments and "Fantasy actually comes alive" is a wonderful way of describing the headspace.

I enjoyed reading that, a glimpse into your soul, who you are, and it was pretty erotic actually, tbh.

I love how the connection matters.

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Breathtakingly beautiful for a moment it was as if you were inside my head 😍 

[Ergie]

I can see you been through this all..

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1 hour ago, Kitty-1976 said:

Breathtakingly beautiful for a moment it was as if you were inside my head 😍 

Thank you! I just write as I think...

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2 hours ago, LazyPiratesBounty said:

Couldn't agree more with your sentiments and "Fantasy actually comes alive" is a wonderful way of describing the headspace.

I enjoyed reading that, a glimpse into your soul, who you are, and it was pretty erotic actually, tbh.

I love how the connection matters.

Thank you Bounty! Erotic writing is not a skill I have actually, but I am not frightened of putting into writing how I feel inside my heart and head. But your right. It is a glimpse into my soul. With the right person, you don’t just get a glimpse into that person’s soul; you are inside them fully. That’s when you become a soulmate, I think.

[Wo****]

For me it's about the connection with someone. Some on here i connect with on a platonic level, some on a kink level, some an intellectual level, sometimes someone appears that i connect to on all those levels. Y'know, when you just click.

I'm all about discovering things, i love to learn, about anything so when i connect with someone who shares that.? Well, it's pretty good.

You can have someone as a soulmate for a few hours... days.. years, maybe a lifetime. A soulmate, they just "know" you, there's that connection that you can't put words to.

The writing... what you do works x

Edited November 10, 2019 by LazyPiratesBounty
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I’m so thrilled that my witterings have touched some at least!

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Ergie your profile is amazing! Well written! I tried to message you but your settings don’t allow it. Give me a shout…