I must admit, although life sometimes throws me a few obstacles, overall I lead a simple life. Last night I wound down with a couple glasses of Moscato while chatting with my sweet lover. We went to be around 11 pm, which began with a lovely cuddle.
I enjoy placing my head on his bare chest so I can feel his breath and the heat of his skin. At first is seemed like we would both drift off into dreamland, but his growing desire for me became clear (pun intended). I responded by holding his glorious cock in my hand.
It was my way of saying yes. As his member expanded in response to my touch, I felt a ripple of pleasure flow through my body. There are times where I am a fairly aggressive and demanding lover.
Last night however, I felt the subtle power of my femininity. I felt the curve of my body, the softness of my skin, the sweetness of my pussy. I intentionally let go and allowed my lover to lead me.
There are so many stereotypes. I am not in any way trying to be politically correct, so if you don’t like my sentiment, please just move along. There are millions of blogs you can read. I recommend that you find one you enjoy.
For the rest of you…I am contemplating what it means to be a woman. What it means to be gentle, soft, sweet, subtle. What it means to surrender to one’s femininity.
Women’s ability to give…or at least my ability to give feels bottomless. It is as if I am able to open myself on deeper and deeper levels…in response to another’s needs.
At the same time, I know how to receive. I know how to take. To demand. To accept…while guiding with a force that is no match for my lover. If I choose to, I can turn him on to a level so profound…that in those moments, he would do anything I asked.
Last night, however…I just let go into the gentleness of our love. I let go into the waves of pleasure crashing over me. Through me. I let go into bliss. I did not judge myself, or feel the need to return the gifts of pleasure I was receiving.
I waited with bated breath for him to guide me, lead me, please me…