When I was younger, because so much of my play was initially in arenas other then the purely physical (such as on-line, on the phone, or in written letters) I was sometimes asked by those who had not met me in real life a question I find quite amusing.
Can I really do the things I describe? Can I really make you feel the things I write about?
Can I make your pulse race, your skin flush, your insides tighten, your breathing deeper?
The easy answer is the simplest. Yes.
I’m doing it right now, am I not?
Still, this doesn’t really answer the heart of the question. Are my fingers skilled at eliciting shivers? Are my hands strong enough to hold you down? Can I fulfill the promise my words hold?
This isn’t really about how close my words are to actual activity. Words promise: Kisses, yes. Bites, yes. Hands tightening, yes. Roses are nice, leather is as well. Everything has a place. Words make promises that hands and fingers fulfill.
With the right words before hand, the proper tension, I barely have to touch you to push you under: the softest brush of my fingers along the back of your neck – feeling my breath tickle your ear – my hands drawing you back into my reach.
But I don’t need words to do this. A look can do it. A warm presence against your back can do it. Parting lips that take in moist heat the inherent intimacy of a shared kiss can do it.
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My past has definately shaped the way I play. Sometimes I frame scenes in my head like a story. I ask questions. I won’t accept just their body for those moments that they are in my grasp – I want everything. I want their secrets. I want their indecision. I want the dirty little girl inside that society keeps so well hidden.
I pay attention to language: verbal, physical, and the even more elusive sexual dialect that goes beyond tangile boundaries. I make my partners tell me what they want. I tell them how wet I am going to make them. I whisper what I am going to do with them before I do it.
The simple answer is yes, I can back up my words. The longer answer…well, the longer answer is best demonstrated…
…in person.
I can’t speak for in person, but your words definitely have power. I can only imagine the force you can bring to your subject. I’m sure it is delicious.
If your hands can do to the body what your words do to the mind…
Brings new meaning to the phrase “driven nuts with desire”…
Really, the true measure of sexuality and dominance is between your ears – if you can evoke strong emotion with words and thoughts, it’s as powerful as touch. Not a replacement for it, but it can be just as amazing.
If only more men would recognize the power of true confidence, women, at least women like me, would be much happier. Not overconfidence, not fake strength, but perhaps only to make us believe that, yes, I can make you feel that good.
Hhmmm, well Sir, I have to admit that you intrigue me….