The Marquis had it right. There is no room for restraint or modesty when it comes to sex. There are, of course, one’s tastes and predilections to consider, but even then, a person should allow herself the freedom to stretch the boundaries of her own fantasies. In the world of BDSM there are precautions put into place to assure one’s safety.
Knowing that one word will stop all actions, I surrender myself to the moment, allowing my partner to tie, bite, lick and fuck me in whatever way feels right, in the moment. I cannot say that I always enjoy every second, but then again, without some trial and error, how can I possibly discover my absolute ecstasy?
I listened to a friend of mine complain about her husband being uninspired in the bedroom, when I know this is not his wish. He too has come to me, asking how to get his wife, my friend, to engage in some fantasy roleplay. I told him to simply ask her or to surprise her with an evening of intrigue and passion. He tried both. She walked away. I say she is simply afraid.
She is not afraid because she is not passionate. She is passionate. She is afraid because she cares what people think. She cares that her husband make think she is a freak. What is that Usher song lyric – a freak in the bed and lady in the street. If my friend only knew that is what men want, really, a FREAK in the bed.
I say, get freaky! Give orders, take orders, scream, bite and claw your way to orgasm. YES!