Most of the time when we’re in the mood to make love, I let Eric lead. But sometimes I like taking control myself. The last time we made love, I psyched myself into being a bit of a dominatrix. I wasn’t sure how Eric would react, but I thought it would be fun for a change.
We were already becoming aroused, kissing and caressing each other, when I rolled over and straddled him, sitting my butt on his abs. “Come here,” I ordered, as I leaned in to kiss him while stroking his nipples.
Teasing him, I rose up onto my knees and caressed my mound while he watched. I ran my fingers through my pussy. Eric couldn’t take his eyes off me. I took my time massaging and stimulating myself. He could see that my fingers were getting wet, and his tongue started to wag. I dipped my fingers deep into my pussy, pulled them out and placed them in his mouth for a moment. Then I sat down on his stomach again. Don’t rush, I thought.
My legs were spread apart, showing him my beautiful pussy. Eric tried to dip his finger into it. Without saying a word, I brushed his hand away. Then I rose up into a squat position and lowered myself over his cock. Very slowly, I slid up and down against it as it lay on his abdomen. I asked him if he liked it. He nodded and grinned as he reached for my nipples, which were erect already. He stroked and flicked them between his fingers while I kept moving against his cock.
Eric became even more excited watching me glide against him. I leaned over and took his nipple into my mouth, and his dick turned rock hard. The more I sucked the more Eric’s body twitched with pleasure. I kissed him and slid my body further up along his chest and then down the entire length of his body. I felt his temperature rise, and presented my nipple to his mouth. He sucked it in, then moved to the other, taking turns sucking and kissing both of them. I let him enjoy that sensation for a moment and then pulled away. I asked him if he liked that too. He nodded. I planted a lush kiss on his lips and told him he’d get more if he was a good boy.
Opening my legs, I told him to “kiss me right there,” pointing to my inner thigh. He got on his knees and licked it instead. I scolded him for not doing exactly as I said, and surprised him by pulling out a little black whip. I flicked it on his ass and told him we’d try again. “Listen up,” I demanded, “I want little kisses all the way up my arm this time.” He sat up like an obedient boy and planted soft kisses from my wrist up to my shoulder. I told him that was very good, and that he had earned a reward.
“Lay down,” I commanded. I climbed on top of him and began to kiss him. I continued sliding my pussy over his thickened dick. I knew he was ready, so I rose up and squatted over him. I slid my warm hand up and down his dick and aimed it for my pussy. I rubbed the tip of it against my lips and then stopped. Eric whimpered. I told him he’d have to beg if he wanted more of my sweet stuff. He sat up and assured me that he’d do whatever I wanted if I would please let him have a taste. I made him say pretty please.
It was hard not to laugh at his pleading, but I kept a straight face, asking if he was ready to surrender to me. He looked a little puzzled. I asked again, and he very hesitatingly said okay. I think I had him a little worried! I told him to close his eyes, and tied a furry blindfold around him. I pulled his legs apart and put a cuff on each ankle and attached them to the corners of the bed. Eric resisted a bit when I reached for his wrists. I whispered, “Do it my way or you get nothing at all.” He acquiesced and stuck out his arms. I tied his wrists to the corners of the bed. He was helpless; I could do whatever I wanted.
I pulled out an electric toothbrush and his body tensed when he heard the sound. I gently touched his belly button, moved it to one nipple and then quickly ran it across the fold of his thighs. His dick stood straight up. I rubbed lube on my hands and gently stroked him. Then I stopped doing anything, and let it be silent for a minute. It drove him crazy. He kept asking what was happening… what was I doing?
I could tell he was anxious with the anticipation of what was to come. I crawled onto the bed and straddled his body. I took a cold fork and pulled the tines between his legs and his dick stood straight up again. Then I positioned myself over his dick and slid down on top of it. Eric howled with delight as he entered me. I slowly raised and lowered my body onto him… up and down… in and out. He tensed and started to rock his body, pushing his dick up into me. He jerked at his restraints and begged to be able to touch me.
But I wasn’t ready to let him go yet. I reached down and caressed myself while I was slipping him in and out of me. Eric’s hard dick inside me while my fingers stroked my clit made me shudder. Eric felt it too and moaned. He wanted closer contact. So I rose up, grabbed his head and slid my mound up to his face so he could smell me. He licked his lips, begging for a taste. Chills ran down my spine at the thought. I hesitated and savored the feeling, then moved closer and presented myself to him. Like a starving man, he licked and sucked my clit. A wave of heat seared through my body.
Even though it was so good, I pulled away again. I removed his blindfold and massaged my clit right in front of his face. He could smell it and he could see it, but he couldn’t taste it. His tongue kept reaching out, trying to get some, but I stayed just out of reach. I placed my wet fingers in his mouth and let him have a quick sample. Then I returned to massaging my clit. Again, I let him taste a little and then backed off. Finally, when it seemed like he couldn’t stand it anymore, I presented him with my pussy. Oh, he was an eager beaver. “Do it faster… suck it harder,” I ordered. He was doing such a good job! Just when I was about to come, I pulled away and teased him that he couldn’t have any more. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, but this was too good to let it end so soon.
Running my hands over his body I felt the tension coursing through him. I slid down, squatted over his hard dick and slipped it into my body again. We were both so ready. Our passion for each other was intense, and after a few deep thrusts, we both came. I had a huge orgasm, and I heard myself yell before I even realized it was coming from me. Eric kept moaning that I was the best… I was incredible. I collapsed onto his chest and we kissed deeply.
We were both quiet for a long moment. After I caught my breath, my smile came back. “So,” I whispered, “I guess sometimes you like it when I take charge, don’t you?”
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“I like a man who is sensitive to my needs.”
“I like creativity and somebody who can support my creativity.”
“The way that someone carries themselves, I suppose, is real appealing to me.”
“Well, of course he has to be good looking... a nice body and a cute butt.”
“I like younger men, but that doesn't necessarily mean that they'll be more sexy than an older man.”
“Powerful is what I find sexy.”
“I like self-confident, with gentle eyes.”
“Good dancer certainly helps.”
“Passion.”
“I like the eyes, definitely, first and foremost. That's what you notice, they’re the windows to the soul.”
“Those eyes, and that smile.”
“Kissing is sexy. How somebody walks...the way a man walks is very, very sexy to me.”
“The smile. And fitness.”
“It's more the attitude than the actual body, because the attitude of being willing to go out and do anything and wanting to experience life. It doesn't matter if it's hiking or bowling or doing something completely ridiculous, but as long as they are willing to do it... and the body type can go along with it... all the better.”
“Attitude, confidence.”
“Their frankness or honesty. I mean, appearance certainly is a part of it, but it's more the way they carry themselves I think.”
“I like to hear him say I love you, because he doesn't say it enough.”
Communication is a key issue for many women. In order to have a great sexual relationship, you’ve got to talk about sex with your partner. Each of us is unique sexually, so encourage your partner to talk about what she likes... and what she doesn’t like. Some women are shy when it comes to opening up about sex, and a good way to start the conversation is to tell her what you like or don’t like. Only when both partners’ needs are met can a sexual relationship be truly exciting and fulfilling.
“Don't be weak. I mean, a man should tell a woman what he wants.”
“They have to be able to talk to me and be able to share things with me and open up to me.”
“Share their feelings and communicate, because a lot of times miscommunication just ends everything.”
“I want him to talk during love making. I want him to say things like how much he wants me, how sexy I am. Things like that.”
“Listening to each other. Talking to each other. Finding out what pleases the other. Just communication.”
When Sandy openly communicated to her boyfriend Jack exactly what felt best to her, the sex was better for both of them.