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Olivia loves bondage and masculine domination combined with intercourse and oral sex. She revealed to me her subscription to kink.com's site, www.sexandsubmission.com. I got a membership and watched some hot examples. The tying her up part and sexing her while she's helpless, to whatever extent, can be taken to darker psychological places for some people. However, if you're not interested in going there, (I am not) I discovered bondage is still a great tool for turning up the volume so to speak, or intensity, on the psychological erotics that occur between a woman in her most feminine and vulnerable and a man's masculine over her. In other words, it makes our primal "Me Tarzan, you Jane!" -- "Please! Bend me over, hold me down, and fuck me, come in me!" mating impulses and hungers even more intense than without the ropes/handcuffs and roleplay. (Of course, the excruciating irony is so many assumptions of what ALL women want or are ready for have been committed by people who irresponsibly apply this to reality without heart or caring for those they bring into contact with this sexual approach.)

This sexual dynamic between people, no matter the gender, of one in full control the other receiving is one of the most basic, one of the first we discover. I'm not saying everyone enjoys this after discovering it. I for one used to see it as a bit teenagerish. Slam, slam, slam into her in doggy-style in porn movies, no clitoral stimulation, no orgasms for her, just him... Like, "How old are you? Can we move on please?" From what I see, many people see sex only in this light and once I'd found other more cooperative and sophisticated sex paths, I left it behind. I returned to it with a desire to combine some of what I do, not leaving a single clitoris behind for one, and also to enjoy it for its strengths of no controls fucking and being fucked. To the joys of how much a woman's man wants to fuck her. There is a strength in its simplicity and worth adding to your erotic menu.

I could go on about this but let's get to the hot erotica with my dear, super-curvy, and well-endowed, Olivia and how safe, sane erotic choking came into our bedroom and worked very well.

I saw a amateur short porn video online where the guy used a position I'd not seen before. He was crouched on the balls of his feet, knees spread comfortably, the woman's legs draped over his quads, his knees hugging the outsides of her thighs, hard cock deep inside her pussy, his hands wrapped around her throat on both sides, thumbs crossing each other. This let him pull his hips back and slide out of her almost all the way, then back in to his starting position while his weight was distributed between his feet and his hands against her neck and the pillow propping up her head. Her head can't be flat or it's tougher to do this and all the weight goes into her lower jaw and is not safe nor comfortable. The man in the amateur short made short, fast pounding strokes while staring down at his woman's face. She would groan and gasp in pleasure in quick bursts. From the strict visual of it, it didn't do much for me. However, what happens during the real thing and what an observer sees during sex can be light years apart.

I told Olivia about it, the position, and she got excited.

"Yes! Let's make that together!" she said.

The encounter started from before we hit the bed with me in total control. My memory's is fuzzy now on those parts as compared to the grand finale, but I did things to her like ordering her sto strip for me, as fast as she could. Then to strip me just as quickly and get my cock into her pretty mouth, stat. On her knees. I stood shoulder-width and held her hair in a fist by the back of her head, which is commanding but sensuously comfortable too. She loves breast slapping and face slapping, along the sides of her breasts with just the right amount of smack. Loves when my fingernails pinch slowly into her fat, hard nipples, then relax, then pinch again, over and over while her gorgeous face fucks my erection.

"Now. Slide this condom down my big dick with your mouth, my beautiful bitch."

Olivia did as she was told. I took her firmly by the throat and pushed her down so that she fell lightly on the bed.

"Get on your back while I prepare my cock. And don't let me see your legs close for one moment."

I squirted the Carrageenan water-based lubricant into one hand and slicked up my dick, pumped it in my fist, let her watch me do it, watch me stare with full lecherous energy between her creamy smooth thighs. Energy that's very often desired, when its from someone she wants looking at her that way, devouring her with their eyes. Staring at her sexy made-for-sex curves and pretty face and hair like men do on the street, but even more powerful because now it's in the bedroom.

I moved into position and pushed down on the center of her breastbone with my weight while doing so. Gripped the outsides of her thighs with my insides, pushed with authority into her cunt, already made wet by the head I made her give me (that's the intention that's simulated). She gasped a little from my size and erection strength filling her all at once, no teasing, no gentle buildup. Her pussy is mine for my pleasure. That's another psychological hot zone that she loves within her submission to me. That attention to her orgasm and pleasure is not what this is about. Me losing control inside her, to safe degrees, is what she wants. To feel and watch happen to her.

My balance divided itself, my hands around her soft throat. I stared into her eyes with an unspoken intention that feels like, precisely: "You're sexy body is mine. My cock about to ram into you and my strong hands around your throat will drive that the fuck home. And I'll watch you love every second of it. Love watching my muscular body fuck you, own you. Lust to watch my big dick fucking down into your upturned to me pussy."

My grip closed and I thrust. Fucked luscious, hourglass-hot Olivia. Played with adding more grip slowly, gently, releasing it, an element of control and concern within the voracious energy. A element of reality to the simulation, the psychological erotica we were writing together. Others will get off on specifically pushing the boundaries of safety and intensity and that's up to them to decide for themselves, but I have a respect for hands around a woman's throat and refuse to let her brush with harm's way. That's my decision.

Olivia's little mouth dropped open, eyes glassy, and then I felt it. Her cunt soaked itself in one burst of sex-fluid. Almost like she ejaculated like a man, all over my dick inside her, in one huge load. This sex was driving her crazy. I increased my intention, squeezed evenly around her throat more and lost a little more of myself in screwing her, in feeling her sex energy, her enjoyment, mixing with mine, and a temptation to choke her more and fuck her harder. I did. It was after a few moments that Olivia brought her hands up to my wrists, gripped them slowly, and pulled straight down. I immediately released about half of my pressure and left it off. Kept pumping her now gurgling cunt, which made loud sloppy suckling noises with every plunge into her depths. Her grip relaxed on my wrists and I increased the pressure again. She groaned, short and deep like the woman in the movie I watched, which thrilled me. That moment and our electrifying energy and psychology of objectification pulled the sperm up out of my balls and into my tubes inside me. I know that feeling well now. A little erotic-pleasure tickle or two. I gripped around Olivia's thighs with mine, held her there and at her neck. That complexity of body bondage of her drove her up the wall she would tell me later. That the notion of her helpless pussy taking cock, trapped and getting fucked till she was filled with come made her tickles inside come up.

My lover's pretty little hands came up and pulled down once again and I released to half. It was our first time with this, so I asked in a husky voice if she was happy with what was happening to her. Keeping in character, so to speak, or more accurately, staying in my erotic dominating intent. She gasped out in a feminine-hot voice a simple quickly-uttered, "Yes!"

"Damn fucking right you like it, my perfect whore. I love how much you can't get enough of swallowing this big curved dick with your pussy. Gagging your cunt on it!"

I squeezed down on her throat again. Olivia groaned again, in a different way now after hearing that and I felt her go wet in the pussy once more. And I watched her watching me fuck her. Saw her eyes turn down to see my dick pumping into her. Like the zoom-ins in porn. She loves that. Always has. Espeically when it's real and happening to her.

"Yeah, bitch. I felt that. You can't hide how much you like it from me. If you had your panties on now they'd be a fucking mess."

Then my wet surged up into my dick. My orgasm feelings came on. Came into my penis and grew. I stepped out and loosened my grip just a bit more and rode Olivia all the way in till my dick spurt hard up in her. The superpleasure made me growl and howl loud, knowing the neighbors would hear. I glared down into her eyes, at her big round jiggling breasts, bobbing from the fuck-impact. I wanted to see it all, feel it all, and had a moment when I didn't know what raw erotic thing to focus on next.  It was white hot psychological sex. Me using her incredible body, her getting used by a man she lusts for and trusts with that intention. Pure objectification. With a finisher of me collapsing evenly down onto her, then rolling us to one side, the release of my choke and kissing and nose rubbing while turning on affectionate excited smiles and snuggling. Then the silent holding each other, appreciating. Intimacy.

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form,
because many of
us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that
they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "Want to
do that. To
feel that." To want to learn how to have better sex through sex
education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the
first time in their lives.

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