The Spinster's Exploits

So – sometimes time just goes faster than I write. Last week I was wondering about: whether old farts can learn new tricks; stream of consciousness and fantasy; orgasm control and lots of stuff I’d already forgotten!

I think – without protesting too much, we’ve established I’m a spicy vanilla-loving sensualist spankee who’s become switchy and has subby moments but is not a sub.

But the subby thing – so far – only happens with my lovely switchy, sub-identifying lover when he chooses to take control and/or when he gives my breasts a lot of attention.

And last week they were getting so much attention, I was practically on another planet. Usually, I just enjoy it, then get to the point where an orgasm seems a nice idea and between us, we make it happen. Other times I get subby and despite the pleasure and wanting it to continue, he becomes my focus and if he chooses to stop or require attention, that feels unbelievably erotic which has taken getting used to.

My previous spanky relationships made me aware that spanking can be as satisfying as sex, can lead to sex or can be enough. After all – the brain is the second biggest sex organ – I consider skin to have pride of place for size,* but the brain is the most powerful.

I’m aware of orgasm control as a “thing”/kink, but had no interest on being on the receiving end of such control, although it is on my SSIL’s little list…

So – back to my greedy breasts and amazing attention they were receiving. As the attention had me in a subby-ish place I asked permission to use my lovely bullet vibe and he agreed. And it was fabulous. And then he said “Stop!” and I did and it was unbelievably sexy. And I was given permission to continue, until ordered to stop and I complied and the game continued, until I was given permission to come.

It was seriously hot for me, andseemed to have a positive effect on him as well, as he had a very impressive erection, and then it was his turn to make himself come – all over the both of us at my instigation, which I duly rubbed in and we were ready for Sunday lunch!

* Just a thought – I think unravelled brains are huge, so may win on size as well!