30 Days of KINK~Day 12

Day 12: Tell us about a humorous BDSM/kink experience you’ve had.


You know those miserably embarrassing moments that don’t become funny until years have passed? This is one of them.

Before we moved  into our place, Jackson spent the evenings and weekend at my townhouse. I say “spent”, because I was one of those females that refused to allow a man to live with me. My mother had a key to my place for “emergencies.”  You can tell how this is going to go right.

It was a Saturday night. My son was at a ballgame with his grandparents– so I thought. I had told my mother I was going to enjoy a mommy night. Normally a mommy night would equate a night alone. A night I’d spend curled up on the couch with a glass of moscato, and some chick flick that would make me laugh and cry. I had another type of mommy night planned. A night where I’d be curled up at the feet of my Sir, who would make me laugh and then make me cry for mercy.

My place had an awesome layout. Downstairs  there was a living area, a large eat in kitchen, a half bath and an office. Upstairs was my master, another living area, my sons bedroom, and a full bath. We were upstairs. I was spread eagle, face down, restrained against the oak coffee table. I was getting one hell of a spanking when we heard my mother scream. “What the hell!” I had never heard my mother curse before.

Turns out my dad took the kiddo the game alone. My mother decided that I shouldn’t be alone. She figured she would join me in my mommy night. My mommy night was ruined, and so was hers.

Mother started throwing CD’s at Jackson’s head. It was horrible. Try explaining pre Fifty Shades, that you enjoy being spanked to a mother. A mother that is still getting used to the new man in your life. She was still in the ‘take things slow dear’ when it came to our relationship. It was a major hurdle for them to get over. It was awful, did I say that yet. Awful.

Now, finally, four years later, the three of us have a standing inside joke about key’s.

One Key to Great Sex

This post is a response  to the re-blog “Are you missing something?”

The second man I had sex with taught me a lot. We worked together. (bad idea) I fell for every trick in the book with that one. ” Would you like a drink?” “Want a tour of the house?” “Just one kiss before you go, please.”

Then there I was beneath him, moaning in response to each thrust of his cock. It felt so good having him inside me. I was used to missionary, (Did anyone else have another first position?) Then he moved me some sort of way, I can’t even remember how he had me, but I remember not feeling him the way I had before.

Here is the good part. He noticed!  He stilled, gazed at me and asked “you’re not into this position are you?” Before I could respond he had flipped me over, pushed my leg to my chest and forced himself swiftly into me again. I cried out in ecstasy as he pushed me closer and closer to that sweet release.

When we were there in that blissful space I couldn’t stop thinking how he noticed that I wasn’t “into the position” before I could register it myself.

This was new. He was paying attention to my needs.  In that moment I learned so much. This interaction was just as much about me, as it was about my partner. Great Sex, was a two-way street. A perfect combination of give, take and communication.(it is the key to everything isn’t it)

From that point on I tried to find men who would be attentive selfless lovers. I tried harder to make sure I was one.