Thursday, November 14, 2013
A Mentor
Hi everyone,
I am so sorry for keeping you all waiting... I was sick for awhile and then was playing catch-up.
The guy I wrote about in my last article and I never reconnected. And I'm afraid that it was likely my fault. The next day I was giddy about meeting him, about doing something so "naughty" like meeting up with a man I have never met, rubbing his cock, nibbling his neck, and making out with him in a bar where I could have easily seen someone I knew or worked with. I texted him frequently, very likely overwhelming him.
I wanted reassurance that I was desirable, that he wanted to be with me, and I was generally just being a nervous and ridiculous girl. He asked me what I was looking for in the relationship, and I just said I wanted someone I can be friends with outside of sex, and he assumed that I wanted to be in a relationship with me.
We were both wrong. I came on strong and he was the opposite, being very aloof, which for my first Dom, was too cold. I needed someone to be loving to me and to show me the ways. Wax on, wax of and all that.
So I searched around the kinkster website and came across someone who lived in my area. A Dom who was already in a dom/sub relationship with at least 2 other women, and whom I wasn't very interested in, met up with me and we went over the ropes.
What was I interested in?
What were my limits?
What age rage was I willing to try?
And most importantly, he taught me to be safe. Told me how to guard my body as well as my mind.
One important thing he told me was that yes, while I am a sub, I am no ones sub unless I decide that I am. It was something that I keep in my mind until this day. While I want to please every man I meet, I still have to protect myself.
Stay tuned for the next post, which will detail my first sexual experience with a Dom. I promise, it is worth reading!
yours,
Birdie
I am so sorry for keeping you all waiting... I was sick for awhile and then was playing catch-up.
The guy I wrote about in my last article and I never reconnected. And I'm afraid that it was likely my fault. The next day I was giddy about meeting him, about doing something so "naughty" like meeting up with a man I have never met, rubbing his cock, nibbling his neck, and making out with him in a bar where I could have easily seen someone I knew or worked with. I texted him frequently, very likely overwhelming him.
I wanted reassurance that I was desirable, that he wanted to be with me, and I was generally just being a nervous and ridiculous girl. He asked me what I was looking for in the relationship, and I just said I wanted someone I can be friends with outside of sex, and he assumed that I wanted to be in a relationship with me.
We were both wrong. I came on strong and he was the opposite, being very aloof, which for my first Dom, was too cold. I needed someone to be loving to me and to show me the ways. Wax on, wax of and all that.
So I searched around the kinkster website and came across someone who lived in my area. A Dom who was already in a dom/sub relationship with at least 2 other women, and whom I wasn't very interested in, met up with me and we went over the ropes.
What was I interested in?
What were my limits?
What age rage was I willing to try?
And most importantly, he taught me to be safe. Told me how to guard my body as well as my mind.
One important thing he told me was that yes, while I am a sub, I am no ones sub unless I decide that I am. It was something that I keep in my mind until this day. While I want to please every man I meet, I still have to protect myself.
Stay tuned for the next post, which will detail my first sexual experience with a Dom. I promise, it is worth reading!
yours,
Birdie
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Please excuse the absence
Hi my fabulous, kinky, readers,
Please excuse my brief absence, my husband and I were attending an event that took us out of state. We are home now and I look forward to writing a new blog post this evening.
Yours,
Birdie
Please excuse my brief absence, my husband and I were attending an event that took us out of state. We are home now and I look forward to writing a new blog post this evening.
Yours,
Birdie
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