I gazed at the duct tape on my side table that haunted me for the past three weeks with a sense of wonder, anticipation and excitement. Trinity had a way of making the most mundane objects extraordinarily erotic. The sudden knock on the door sent a warm arousing awareness down the center of my back. She always refused to ring the doorbell; seemingly preferring the rhythmic sound of her knuckles against the wooden panel, a sensual rhythmic sound, that foreshadowed the night to come. She bounded my wrists and ankles with the fore mentioned duct tape. The stickiness felt awkward, out of place, definitely not romantic. As she dimmed the light it felt a bit like an interrogation. Her eyes reveled a clear path; a path who’s intent was to deliberately and systematically dismantle my personal sexual identity. She was hell bent on descending me into the proverbial sexual gutter.
By stripping me of my “manly” god given right to lead the way, as socially expected, she destroyed any sense of control and created a climate of fear. As I laid both physically and now emotionally naked she quickly sprung to action. Trinity had master the art of fellatio but getting me into a state of arousal was sure to be a challenge or so I thought. Not a chance—I, she, we had discovered a new sweet spot mushrooming me quicker then Hiroshima.
I was ill prepared for what would come next.
As I lay strapped down on my bed, she stood above me, her 5’4’’ frame towering vertically over my penis. It felt a bit like a “Bizzaro” version of Gulliver's Travels (if they would ever make Gulliver’s Travels into an “adult” film of course). Slowly and methodically she unleash a series of saliva “bombs” with the head of my penis serving as the bulls eye. Not quite Chinese water torturing, but more like water boarding, yes, penile water boarding. With the precision of a seasoned surgeon, Trinity bombed away with a steady drip, each drip sending a series of shockwaves across my center chakra.
After the night was over, I reflected on the evening escapade. Indeed an “escape” it was. Trinity treated love making with a ridiculous abandonment, an abandonment and creativity that teleports you to a new realm of sexuality, adventure and unadulterated excitement. The excitement she generated was beyond the physical realm. It came from the “juxtaposition” of sexual tension. Instead of hot and cold, push or pull, fast or slow she created an environment of fear and then comfort. A sexual “bell curve” of sort that ensured I would experience an array of emotions.
The post sexual “aftertaste” left me questioning and imagining what she would cook up next time. Would she threaten my family? Perhaps tie me down in front of a television and force me to watch “The View” while giving me an erotic backrub. Indeed, in there was the beauty and genius of “Trinity”.
Survival Tip: Gentleman, let loose! Go Alpha on your girl! No, go caveman! The minute you “let go” and let loose you open doors to new possibility. Of course make sure you don’t come on too strong during your next sexual “session” you don’t want to scare her off, always, always be a gentleman.
Share The Water…
Steve Amarante
www.luvjungle.typepad.com
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