SODOMY, A MYSTICAL EXPERIENCE
Toc toc toc. When I open it, it always takes time before entering, there is no hurry. A-Man knows where it goes. And where it also comes. It gets inside, I locked the door, and that’s locked us both. Already fever rises. Then we hugged, we hugged. We hugged for lost body.
A primer of use, hers as mine, strong, enveloping, possessive. I began to moan, I feel his cock pushing against my belly. He grabs my hips and press her sting. It’s hard to separate, but one has to go in the room, it’s imperative. If no patient until then, there is always the case. The room is our padded cell where our madness run wild without much damage.
Sometimes it simply to turn the other way, his cock pressed against my ass, and led me to the room, without ever losing touch. We synchronize our walk not change position. But before sketching the first step, I found my voice and asks him if he wants to eat, if not hungry. He still refuses, but I always ask him. We are very courteous one vis-à-vis the other.
Once arrived safely, we often revisit our embrace. These first install overflows Loveland, but the time has come to leave this invisible place to win Erosland, where things are visible, tangible, yet so unreal. Now he is completely stiff, his pants hoisted block. It departs from me and slowly, with precise and deliberate action, removes all her clothes without leaving a moment the eyes. I just have to watch and wait. He will let me know what he wants, he always does.
Sometimes a soft voice, he said: “Go on the bed … fours … Now take off your dress. “Then he licks me from behind. Other times, it will take me head on to put me in the position of his wish: squatting on a cushion in front of him to suck his cock or back flat on the bed while he teases my breasts through my dress or … But whatever happens now, everything happens in slow motion.
Sodomy, a perverse practice? Catherine White, sex therapist and psychoanalyst, presents for him this belief.
After a generous firefighter, I tell you that, he turned around, grabs a condom. I know when we will go to the next level. Cunt fuck is preliminary. Sometimes it blows my vulva to go straight to my ass. The cheeky, just ass! The theater of varieties. But, usually, it occupies first of the front. By the time he punched me, I feel abut against the collar of my uterus, lash and the assault still makes me shudder.
I enter the discharge zone. And sometimes he goes all out before starting to throb with small strokes experts, ever pushing my walls in my inner being. Each of his beats demand more and gets it. This is the beginning of the quest for ever more, a state of lust that glows endless. The pleasure of pounding waves first slowly, then faster, without respite. Peak after peak, most would consider that there is no better, it’s even transcendent.
But we are hungry, he and I, and know where to look further. There was this time wonder where space is full of love, and the loss is yet absent. We are in that prelude, it is a simple start-up.
After he had his slot glad (the decision belongs to him), he retired and put me up: sometimes on Pink Square, sometimes on all fours, sometimes on the side, with a curved hip up as Henry Moore. Whatever he in mind, he has his way. Already damn fill, I am now all that has more docile. My will has decreased by about forty percent, but I’m still clinging to my being conscious. And my high heels.
I have much more to give. Yes, much more. I have the power to give, to give power. My other lovers never received ten percent of what I still have to give. They did not have the power to ask. It has … And wonder more.
And there was light …
It puts me on the left, two well wedged in the hip pads, which raises my ass into an attractive small oblique arch. So I put the left cheek on the bed, turns his head and looks up to him – with him we always look up, never down. He grabbed a scattered KY tubes around the bed I love the sound of the cap that opens. Looking at me, he presses a little gel on two of his fingers. Turning his gaze on my ass, he spreads it on my ass with such composure that I can not believe how lucky I am.
It does gently penetrate firmly around my hole behind, within, lining the entry, smoothing the transition. His face wears an expression of the most wonderful during these preparations, his eyes alternately immersed in mine, then back to my back. He slides a finger then two observing my reaction, never let go at me while I feel his fingers dig me, connecting us both internally and externally, the circle is complete. Ressortant his fingers, it takes a little more soft coated KY and its tail over the entire length.
Taking his cock, he guides him to the pit of my ass, like a canoe that engages in a narrow ravine. I feel its smooth end, both hard and satin in contact with my skin. The center of my hole behind, like a magnet, is attracted by the pressure exercised it. We we connect. Her key in my door, its anode against my cathode, its plug in my socket. And there was light.
Pole against Pole, it fourgonne me, I inspire it grows, I break it throbs, I open it grows, still grows, I continue to open up, he shoves his eyes are riveted to mine. And he sent me to port. Sometimes then he withdraws and toque some time at the entrance. Other times he slips further, more basically, slowly, very slowly, until being buried flush my ass, with just the testicles on the outside. It remains there for a moment without moving. Then he shoves further. Other times, it puts me in a different position. On all fours. Or standing and leaning forward, his hands pressed to the wall. Or on the back, feet to the ceiling. Or – one of his favorite – the legs on the head and ass in the air.
Regardless of my position, it remains above me, his eyes still downcast, observing me, love me. And, in general, it operates these changes without removing its sting my tutu. Absolutely deadly! But, whatever the angle, I feel his cock swell in me become stronger, harder, more burrow, feed my fears, my smallness, my pride, my vanity. As a domestic vacuum cleaner, it sucks my lower me it takes away my sins, one by one are absorbed. Below, he discovered my candor, my innocence, that I was four years before being struck by Hand and become enraged. That’s what he was looking for, that’s what it is, that’s what it makes me.
When I lose the foot, I let my mules fall one by one with a thud. He smiled and said affectionately: “Now we will have fun. “And so I take the quick paradise. Ignorant as I am, I often shed tears. In true gentleman, out of respect for my modesty, he hides me in his big hand while he fucks me more harshly, more and faster, pulling me even more tears.
When I finally let go completely, without holding anything back to the last drop of my being, and my ego is annihilated, while the laughs begin. They can fuser while I’m still crying, the forces at work are the same, even if the tears are more common. But somehow, somewhere along the way, my subconscious suddenly takes over, and I laugh, I laugh, I laugh. And the more I laughed, the more he fucks me until nothing is meaningless. Because now it is having a field day.
He looks at me and then laughing, glad to see me go with him, he fucks me harder, always attentive, always present. Then redoubles my crazy laugh and I laugh like I’ve never laughed again. The first time, I immediately recognized – the bleating of the crone. It is the cry from that prisoner of the mystery of the universe, the irony of anxiety, these confines hated by ego. Those of ecstasy. (… )drop off Window
Sodomy arouses boundless gratitude. Until he whack dashboard to my being – my mental acuity and my physical strength – I guess I never really liked before. How do we know if this is love, true love? When you meet the one with whom one has not afraid to die. Whoever hunting this fear of death and constant tapping, and allows you to breathe.
The contempt of death, that’s the feeling it engenders in me fucking. Vaginal intercourse not as before delving into my psyche. Do not push the barrier. Does not dispel fear. Was it love or sodomy came first? Love feeds voluptuousness. That I know. Besides, I do not trust love. I have heard too many statements. But I fully trust me pleasure.
A gentle and patient partner
My reporting Toni Bentley (Maren Sell Publishers, 2006).
Obviously sodomize a woman is a matter of authority. On the male authority, and its complete acceptance by the woman. A man should have that confidence in itself and his staff, in order to fuck his partner. If he does not have this control is its rod that will direct the operations. He will go too fast, bruise woman before consenting and rarely seen, and rightly so, given a second chance. (… )drop off Window
At the same time, contrary to appearances, I do not think the macho arrogance is full of great sodomite. It is he, asshole. This man probably did not even like women, he’s too busy to compete with its peers. In my experience, certainly limited, the great sodomite partner is the sweet and patient, one who can listen to a woman, to go with it, and has the attributes that can not put it in. He is the one who is able, with imagination, feeling his submission – abandonment – and so knows exactly how to bring it to this point. It absorbs all what she gives. It is a soft, A-Man.
Him, “Are you kidding me sodomized!”
Muriel Dagmar, psychosexologue refuse sodomy, as some other practices, can be a way to preserve the psychic invasion of the other. From an interview with one of his patients.
My wife does not want me sodomized! How can I convince him to accept?
– Ask him to sodomize yourself first …
– Sodomized me, me? You’re kidding!
– Not at all. How your wife could she accept that you sodomisiez, while you yourself are outraged at the idea that you do?
– Uh … yes. But I’ve never done. The idea excites me and I am annoyed that she refuse me that pleasure. I am her husband!
– Your narcissistic way to count on it to get your fun does not seem very engaging. In his place, I would have no desire to sodomize me by you.
– Anyway, she will do anything, she’s stuck. I must insist that it makes me a blow-job and it’s always me who have to come to her to make love. So, she treats me obsessed. I find it normal that a man should want his wife. Especially because she is super horny … I’m crazy.
– I have the impression that you confuse your feelings and sexual desire.
– I want her all the time, I would do anything for her.
– To her? Or to get something from it? I think your wife refuses to engage in sodomy with you because she feels used and jostled by you.
– But I assure you I am meek and gentle with her!
– Is it the same way?
– Of course. But, you know, she does not talk much …
– How do you react when she criticizes you?
– Hey, I protest, it’s normal!
– So its interventions are useless. She gives it.
– Ah …
A woman holding her husband sexually distance clear of it this way would disapprove his intrusive behaviour. The refusal to be sodomized not only reflects fears about health, morals, pain. It is also the expression of a tolerance limit. The man’s wife tolerates having sex with her while she did not want to. She agrees to give him a blow-job time to time.
But undergoing sodomy exceed its tolerance threshold, and objects. Here, everyone is exceeded by the actual issues. Man finds less annoying for him to say that his wife is stuck to suppose that it is awkward. The woman is resigned to become frigid instead of insisting to be understood of her husband. Then, silence settled between them, and the subject is taboo to talk about what good, since we will not come to an agreement? The taboo is silent about what angers.