The Sanctity of Sensuality
new erotica // slow, submissive play
Lately, I’ve been writing out my fantasies. It’s fun to make a creative project out of my mind’s erotic meanderings. I’ve also been inspired by the show Dying for Sex (a must watch) and the ways Michelle Williams’ character steps into her desires and finds more confidence around asking for what she wants. So, a simple prompt I’ve been using is: I want… and seeing where it takes me.
This piece is inspired by my love of pleasure domming. I get so much enjoyment from caring for and pleasuring a submissive partner. I love creating the space to go slow, to fully adorn the person in kisses and licks and touches and massage. I know how sacred and rare it is to relax back fully, to unravel urgency, to bask in time and space. So, to create a context for someone to relish in those simple and precious things feels really special to me. Recently I did this with someone and then my switch self was like oooooh I want this too! So, here it is:
I want to tie myself up. I want to practice the basket tie I just learned by wrapping the rope around my thigh, running it around my waist, and then securing it to the original thigh loop. I want to submit to you physically but tell you what I want along the way. I want to relax my entire body while you use the rope to pull and roll and toss my body around the bed. I want to feel cared for, adored. I want you to slowly and tenderly kiss and touch my entire face, run your lower lip along mine, quietly slip your tongue inside my mouth and feel around, nuzzle your nose in the scent of my neck.
I want you to run your fingers through my hair like you’re admiring me for the first time. My eyes are closed, maybe I have a blindfold on, so we are both here but in our own experiences, so you can enjoy these sacred, unwatched moments with my breathing form. Eventually, once I am soft and opened by your attention, I want to guide your hand between my legs and direct your finger, show you the pressure and pace I like on my clit. Eventually, after I teach you, I want you to do the same thing with your mouth. I want to watch your head between my legs, you an animal hungry for my taste and texture.
I want you to pacify my reflex to glaze over my own pleasure by worrying about your comfort, your enjoyment. I want you to remind me I can take all the time in the world. After I finish, I want you to lay your head on my stomach and feel my hurried breath. I want you to fetch the ice cream that’s been thawing on the counter and feed it to me while we sit thigh to thigh in bed, resting our backs against the wall. I want to be quiet for a little while, basking in the afterglow, catching each other’s eye and holding it there, acknowledging the sanctity of sensuality, the connection we made by going slow.
I want to feel primal, like an animal being tended to, have my wounds licked, my body adorned with affection, my brain smoothed of all the ripples of thought it swims against day in and day out. This is a gift, to create space to play with the orchestra of sensations that live on and under our skin.