Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

I don’t know how the scene started.

I knew he was a nice man, but had only discovered a real interest in playing with him 12 hours before when, entirely out of the blue, he gave me an excellent spanking and then cuddled me and scritched my head.

I like head scritches.

That night,  he and I ended up cuddling while my girlfriend and his wife were having some very hot sex**, and somehow things converted.

It may have been because I was so tired and happy with the snuggling that I  stopped watching the incredibly hot lesbian sex. I’m not sure. All I know is that suddenly my hands were pinned over my head and somehow he was hanging out inside it.

The problem with playing when I’m that tired is that it’s hard to frame a coherent narrative of what happened afterward.

These are the things I remember:

• Having my legs forced apart by his legs and my arms pinned above my head.
• Thinking “oh yes, manhandling is good” as I was getting thrown around.
• Face slapping. Lots of brutally wonderful face slapping.
• Negotiating by saying “yes” when things made me happy, and there being almost nothing I particularly wanted to say “no” to.
• More spanking.
• Being held down by his belt.
• Clear expressions of desires.
• Becoming insanely turned on by the combination of power exchange and violence.
• Getting fucked by his hand in a vibrating glove and told that I had to ask permission to orgasm.
• Being completely shocked about the fact that I ended up asking. Twice.
• Enjoying the fact that meanness was pleasantly interspersed with cuddling and petting, and feeling comfortable enough to ask  if he would hurt me when I wanted him too***.

The instantaneous level of connection and sense of being, at least in that moment, on exactly the same page was incredibly hot. I remember thinking at the time, “either he reads me incredibly well, or we have remarkably convergent kinkual interests.” He pushed my buttons so effectively that I also had a vaguely coherent moment of wondering if it was possible that he had read this blog****.

It was quite a lot of fun.

It was also a complete and utter surprise.

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_{*It’s a not so terribly well known fact that quickest route into a girl’s pants is a good head scritch. Well, maybe not, but they’re nice. Very relaxing, when done right… where right is “in a way that does not make me pant and shake my leg like a dog.” Not that that isn’t fun too…}

_{**Given the women involved, the “very hot” is kind of obvious. With those two, how could it not be?}

_{***Not that I can’t orgasm without pain or explicit power play, but, at least when I’m having sex with someone else, they make it a hell of a lot easier to get over the edge.}

_{****At the time, the answer was no.}