There is a always a moment. When he just wants to pleasure you. You feel that energy. Every stroke of the tongue, every push of the finger. You never take your eyes off of me. My eyes are closed as I arch my back and let the pleasure wash over me. I know you try hard to focus on technique. After all, you want so bad to make me cum. It is not that you are trying so hard, you just believe in pleasuring the woman first. I know you want to feel the quiver inside of me. The deep vibration that happens, that loud guttural groan I emit. You…

 We found a way to be together, unconventional as it is, not any less authentic.     It is my surrender that makes you the Ruler…over my body, mind and the essence of my pleasure. There are some things that don’t require much discussion or even evaluation. A state of being that finds instinctual override. This is your power over me. I crave that power that you have over me. An orgasm that breaks my body apart in ecstasy while simultaneously putting it back together. I’m shattered, yet whole. We are only matter after all.

You have intimately recognized me most of your adult life. For arguments sake, lets just say, we made our first acquaintance, conversing by hand. A little lube, something motivational, and I am helping your release for the day. It’s great to be so supportive, always there when you need me. Over time and with maturity, you meet and connect with others who provide you with other benefits. How exciting that is! Lately, I’ve been woken up by a manicured hand that is softer and gentler than yours. I hear whispering and I begin to perk up because there are plump lips smiling down on you me. She may not have…