It was a Sunday morning in the suburbs with all that entails. Lots of late sleepers and generally quite quiet all over the neighborhood with just a few worshippers scrambling to make it to Sunday school on time and that one asshole mowing his lawn (because there's always one.)
Inside our home, I was tied naked face up on the ottoman and being fed my new husbands cock. Actually quite forcefully. I considered it a major victory in our relationship.
John had been so gentlemanly - almost timid - during our early months together but was slowly gaining his self confidence and a manly swagger about taking what was his.
His ex-wife had really done a job on him mentally I think. She had been quite the frozen feminist bitch with rules about decorum. 21st century notions that probably made great sense in the boardrooms where she did her business, but that had essentially neutered John's more primal instincts in the bedroom. It had taken months but he was finally overcoming all of that.
Why was it so important to me that my husband stop being a nice guy and embrace his primal nature? Like everything else in life, it comes down to upbringing.
It had started with my father, a man who took what he wanted from my sister and I both separately and as a pair. He told us what he wanted us to do we did it or there would be repercussions. We grew to love Daddy and his commanding ways.
Later, my first real lovers tended to be men I met at bars or at the truck stops that served as the economic hubs of our little town, and often those interactions involved money.
My favorites were those men and women who knew exactly what they wanted and were not afraid to ask for it by name or simply grab me by the ankles or waist and move me into the right position or pose to meet the needs of their perverse private fantasies.
On the other hand, when the person in the bed or backseat was quiet or reserved, it almost always resulted in a less than stellar sexual encounter filled with guessing games and unfulfilled desires.
In my view, the best sex came if women dropped their modesty when they dropped their panties and that men needed to pull out all of the stops when they pulled out their hard cocks. Take what you want. Make it happen and be bold.
