I have a craving lately. I’ve spoken of it before recently…but I haven’t got to detailed about it. In my sexual exchanges with a person I feel a deep bond with, I frequently want an exchange of trust and surrender. Its not to do with power in the usual way and its not to do with the sexuality of it so much as the trust shared.
Right now I am craving this…but only after I get another craving sated. I sometimes want to spank a man’s face. I am not sure why that is. Its never really mattered to me to question it. I just know that it makes me feel a great deal of love and passion to imagine a special man kneeling in front of me, looking up at me with an unwavering trusting gaze, love and lust mingled in there because he knows what’s coming if I share this with him and he’s hard just thinking about it. I like to be able to see his cock under his chin too. Makes me smile. It makes me feel happy to see a tall man kneeling like that, his head somewhere around my solar plexus, because I’m such a small woman. Holding his face, while I spank him hard, protecting him from having his head jerked with my strikes…the sounds of his skin being struck. It turns me on…but mostly I want to share the trust in that. Touching a person’s face is like touching his soul. I often find myself caressing the cheeks of those I love. Friend or some other relationship. Doesn’t matter. Its something I do because I don’t just touch a person’s heart when I love them. I touch their soul and I share the same.
A person I love a great deal once said to me that the doorway to my soul is my mouth. He is right about that. So to trade the touch of souls is erotic and full of an exchange of trust for me. It is a worshiping of each other on a very deep level to me.
I want that.
And this is one of the reasons I want a submissive man in my life.
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June 12, 2009 at 6:01 am
Maine is such a beautifull state. Living in the South now reminds me of the grass always being greener. I guess we all are snowbirds to a certain meandering. Wishing sort of creates the heavenly hue of a real possibility. Pursed lips, though lovingly offered, should never be mimicked. Pershaw, the slapp of it.
*grins* I love your humor and turn of phrase. Blessings fabsterrant!
June 12, 2009 at 2:49 pm
Thank you for writing this. R. loves face-slapping, and I don’t generally like any kind of hitting or spanking (well, okay, some . . .). When he does it, though, there is a lot of intimacy. I tend not to understand why he wants what he wants, and I tend to assume it is all about him being cruel and awful to me–which gets in the way of our connection and the fact that I know that much of the time he is not cruel and awful. It was good to have an explanation of the desire come from someone I don’t consider to be cruel and awful. ;)
I agree that faces are very special. Hope you get your hands on a special one soon. :)
Gee Sera. I’m so glad to know that what I’ve written has helped you understand your own relationship better. Blessings! *smiles*
June 13, 2009 at 12:57 am
Like sera, I’d like to thank you for this piece. M also loves face slapping, and the way you’ve described how you feel about it is exactly what I see when I look in his eyes waiting for the slaps to come. That look draws by deep instinct to kiss the palm of the hand that slaps my face between each slap which, the first time I did, only intesified that look.
love and hugs xxx
What a lovely response to the spanking M:e. That’s touching. And your love for each other always touches me. ((hugs))
July 10, 2009 at 12:54 am
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