What does it mean to be sexually submissive? Darned if I know, LOL I’m still trying to figure that all out. Let’s see if I can put it into words. Strange things arouse me. I like to be controlled sexually. I like for the man to take the lead. I’ve always been that way I’ve rarely gotten what I desired though. I always liked when men would undress me not when they’d ask me to undress myself.
Truth is, only one has tamed my desires- he is the only one who I let be Dominant and I am Submissive but that person totally gets me. .been a long time, and now they are memories. Haven't found anyone like him. The memories help me write my Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen (audio erotica) (Disclaimer - all of my Audio Erotica are fiction; not about anyone but the thoughts of my happiest times- that is what helps me write)
I liked when men climbed on top and fucked me not so much when they would have me ride them. Not that it isn’t fun to ride a guy on occasion or even on occasion take a more dominant role but most of my experiences I would prefer to be in a more submissive role. I can’t explain why. It is just what excites me. When my man calls me a slut and I behave like a slut I get hot. When his hands are in my hair and he tells me, “Suck that cock, Slut!” The juices run from my pussy. The fact that he makes me gag on occasion while he stuffs my head over his cock is a turn on. Not the gagging part I don’t like to gag anymore than the next girl does but the element of surprise the thrill of giving up control to another. The feeling of being powerless is somehow very arousing.
My very soul begs to hear him say, “You’re my dirty slut! MINE! All MINE! You’ll do whatever I say, whatever I want!” I want to feel overpowered and owned while having sex. I want to feel like a dirty little slut who is owned explicitly for his cock’s pleasures.
Those sorts of things set me on fire especially if he has me bent over a table and is pulling my hair at the same time accentuating that I am his. I guess we could get into the psychological reasoning behind it but why bother. I think for all us our sexuality is influenced by our childhoods and our experiences throughout our lives. So who really cares why I am this way. I just am. I don’t think it’s a bad way to be. I don’t let anyone harm me. I have no desire to do bad horrible things to myself nor does my lover. We are both very responsible in regards to this, him probably even more than me.
I will be the first to admit that submission can get out of hand with the wrong people. Some have died in a state of submission. Some have been seriously injured. I think if you are going to allow someone to harm you then you should seek help. It’s too far in the extreme. But submission in moderation can be very fulfilling. But isn’t that usually the case in life? It’s all about striking a balance.
Now none of this is to say that I don’t sometimes enjoy a nice romantic fuck or having my own hands in my lovers hair as he sucks my pussy. I love these things too. But I enjoy most of my experiences to be of a submissive nature. Wild, passionate, take me over sex! That’s what I love! And my Sir gives me that and throws in a little romantic sex here and there in just the right measure and licks my pussy till I can barely move. I’m not locked into being in a completely submissive role I like to experiment and have fun. But submissiveness is what I am predominantly just as dominant is what my lover appears to be predominantly. We actually are so well matched this way it’s hard to imagine that we were not designed with each other in mind.
To help illustrate how we are not locked into our roles, one of my most memorable moments was a romantic fuck session. He had been there all day and we had sucked and fucked. We were both feeling very close and saying sweet romantic things to one another in between sweet passionate kisses. He climbed on top of me and even before his cock slid into me I was crying out for it. My whole body was aching to have him inside of me and begging for him. The feelings were amazingly intense.
We were looking into one another’s eyes and the love was just resonating between us. It was romantic and sexy and I needed him so bad! He slid his cock into me and I don’t ever remember intercourse feeling quite that glorious! It was as though the heavens opened up, rapture at heavens gate. This was perhaps less of a dom/sub thing and more of two lovers coming together and making love. This was a beautiful moment. It was special and I wouldn’t want it like that every day because it is so special. It was for us the most vanilla sex we ever had and by far the best vanilla sex I’d ever had. I never felt anything quite like it. I felt connected to him in a way I had never felt before.
Afterwards we went back to our dom/sub sex and I blew him while he grabbed a hold of my hair and fucked me like a total slut! Sex is always hot with him, always! Even our least eventful sessions are typically red hot. I know I am very very blessed, we are very very blessed. I thank God for that every single day.
