I saw a post on fetlife that I did love and still do about what if the man whose kink is being fully dressed while the woman he’s with is totally naked doesn’t want to fuck you. What he just wants to make you orgasm over and over again until you are just a blathering idiot. To be totally transparent that would be great. As foreplay. Every now and then. Eventually, I’m going to need to fucked. Softly. Roughly. Like I stole something from you. Like I’m respite in a storm. However you choose, I’m gonna need to be fucked. It’s not just that the sensation of orgasm is different when I am full. It’s that you are home. My anchor. The bridge that keeps me tethered to this plane without snapping on people because you know like I know people fucking suck sometimes. And not in the fun let’s drain your life force through your genitals kinda of suck.
I have heard from a number of men lately that they love the torment, the sadism, the service of topping people but that sex was by and large off the table. And as lovely as that is, as much as I respect their decisions, I can’t play in that yard. It might be fun but I’d get resentful and frustrated and then be a terribly bitchy little thing. I need the grunting and the forced surrender and the pressure of weight on my back. Or to be twisted into a pretzel and giggly because someone is playing with my clit while they throttle my pussy. I need the connection both physically and mentally. I need to feel the energy exchange. I need to feel you. I’d kinda prefer to feel you through a unzipped zipper in trouser pants but that’s a recurring fantasy I haven’t been lucky enough to realize yet. So yes, I get it. You may be entertained by my hollow want and desire for you. I appreciate that it’s your kink and what will satisfy you the most. But consider the living breathing entity that’s happy to be a sleeve for your dick if you so desire. Cause I kinda need you to fuck me, like for real.