I think you're really submissive..

One of the things you'll learn about me soon enough is that it takes me a few days to get my head around anything that has me more than slightly flummoxed. For instance, if I leave you out of a post, (besides the fact that I don't usually post all of the gory intimate details) then I either want to get to know you better, or you were inconsequential. Same thing with the phone calls / texts..

I know I haven't known you *that* long, and the way we met was not the norm, but God Damn, you have the makings of a very meticulous submissive male. In case you didn't know, they're like Unicorns. If they are around & semi trainable, they're usually shacked up with loads of heavy baggage, and having been a home-wrecker once in my early 20's, I'm not prepared to go there again.

Most of the men who contact me, (professing to be submissive), have been looking at way too much male-driven porn. They are misguided & misdirected due to all the Barbie-esque, pornstar-ish looking women, dressed from head to toe in leather or latex, and 7" fetish heels, who for a fee, fulfill fantasies of "him losing control in the bedroom & becoming a sex slave". Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that these men can't overcome their stupidity, but many of them *like* being as dumb as a box of rocks. But I digress...

When out of absolute necessity I berated Stefan, I glimpsed you out of the corner of my eye, looking forlorn, your eyes pleading with me to return quickly so you wouldn't have to change your mind about baring your soul. The way you look me in the eyes & then blush so easily is oh so sweet.

I need mind, body and soul. It's rare to find all 3. BDSM for me is more about the persons involved more so than the acts themselves. The acts are dirtier, sexier, deeper when you know each other. Most people (and I'm not one of them) find it hard to be open & forthcoming, but not you. For every truth that I told, I loved that you told one too. The dares are fun, but hearing someone speak hidden thoughts aloud is much more of a turn on to me. The fact that you could do it surrounded by a bunch of men and women you didn't know, made it all the more hotter.

The old fashioned chivalry that you subscribe to is refreshing. It is not only good manners when a gentleman holds open a door, or seats a lady, but it shows me that you have character. In this day and age, that is also rare. The way you continually make sure my needs are met, is very sexy.

Your emails are neither pompous or pretentious, yet you write and speak with such forthrightness that at times *I* blush, then *re-read* the sentence again just to get that familiar wetness between my legs, and shivers up and down my spine.

You were self assured enough that you persisted with the initial introductory email, even though I didn't respond to the first three. You were confident enough to invite me for coffee, repeatedly. You had enough integrity to tell me I could call upon you anytime, and for any reason and mean it. You sat & thought about how you could make your introduction more appealing and sincere, and then sent not one, but two re-dos. I LOVE THAT in my men.

I've never wanted to be with the namby-pamby, spineless, indecisive, sniveling cowards, or doormats, who think throwing themselves on the floor at my feet, or spouting all those stupid, pathetic "scene" inspired sentiments & titles makes them appealing to me. It doesn't.

When I had your arms bound behind your back & I was flogging you, your cries begging me to stop; begging me not to, made me hot. Literally. The heat coming from my body the more turned on I become, is hard not to notice. When I bit your lip and you whimpered it made me want you.

I could hardly wait to get you on your back and climb up onto your face. When you told me that you've only ever eaten one other pussy before I couldn't wait to teach you how to eat me properly, and just the way I like it. It's so much easier for me to teach from scratch, rather than having men unlearn what they *think* is the correct way to lick a cunt.

I LOVE being on top for oral sex. I love the control I have to ride your tongue exactly the way my clit needs it. I love knowing that my pussy lips are opening and closing around your nose, and tongue, and chin, as I slide myself back and forth, humping your face.

I loved grinding myself onto your face, and hearing you lap up my juices that by now were dripping down your chin and onto your neck and chest. I could see that slippery, white cum glistening on your chest & couldn't help but rub it all over your nipples, and the head of your cock.

I loved how every time I told you where to put your tongue, and how quickly or slowly you should move it, your cock got just that little bit harder. When I told you that I was about to cum, and that you should suck on my clit while I exploded my pussy juices all over your face I could feel you stiffen up underneath me. That made me fuck your face with my pussy just that little bit harder and faster. When we came at the same time, I was very impressed.

Hearing you run the bath, light the candles and get the room cleaned up while I came down, made it difficult to not want another orgasm right away. I loved that you washed my hair, and scrubbed everything clean. It's always so relaxing to get a back rub while in the tub, and those smells were delicious.

I think you're really submissive, and I think I really like it. I'll be calling you later. Make sure you don't have plans....