I thought long and hard about sharing this experience of mine. I can only imagine a little boy realizing his love for Barbie dolls. Wanting to share this experience with his friends but he knows that his friends will see him as a freak for loving to brush Barbie dolls hair and dressing them up.
For a start, I will like to talk a little about myself. I’m a typical young lady with a job and a loving boyfriend. I had my first boyfriend at the age of 17 and was introduced to sexual stuff with the opposite gender around the same time. I discovered pleasure at the age of 5, one day I was just humping my bolster and realized how pleasurable I felt while rocking with it. Even since then, I love to rub myself against my bolster whenever I get the chance.
Anyway, my current boyfriend is a nice and gentle guy. He respects me and will never do anything against my wish. Because of his respect for me, I trust him a lot and respect him too. I realized that there is indeed a different between fucking and love making. Whenever we had sex, it is almost always love making and I could feel his emotions and his feelings for me. I have to say I don’t feel the same about it. When we make love, I started fantasizing about scenarios in order to have better orgasms.
I have asked him many times if he ever fantasize about other scenarios while having sex with me. Oddly, he doesn’t. I told him I fantasize most of the time, and he seems cool and very interested in what I was fantasizing about.
Just a question: What are you guys thinking while having sex with your partner? No fantasies? Does it only applies to females or is it only me?
One day, after our love making session. As usual he was lying next to me, caressing my body, tracing his fingers around the back of my shoulders. Suddenly, he slapped my ass hard with his palm. It hurts, I could feel this sharp and tingling sensation and I frowned. But as the pain settles in, I wanted more.
Turning around to face him, I said “I liked it, more!” and he smiles. He smacked my ass again and I love the smacking sound when his hand came into contact with my ass. As the sensation settles in, I find pleasure in it.
Soon I found myself saying “more, harder!” and he started spanking me in a fast constant pace.
After that encounter, we did not do anymore spanking. He usually gave me a nice massage after sex, but sometimes I found myself hoping for a good spanking session instead. I didn’t bring it up to him, as I am afraid he thinks I am weird or what.
One day, I finally plucked up the courage to tell him what I have been thinking...
**Disclaimer/Note**: I am writing to record and to share all these overwhelming feelings I've experienced. This journey had been very exciting for me, and I wanted to share it with like-minded people. I am not writing to please anybody, and if you ever felt uncomfortable reading, you can always stop and find something that interest you somewhere else. (: