Sabella
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ORIGINAL: CrappyDom I love getting inside someone's head and using it like a playground. Taking a dab of this fear, roll it around in some sort of turn on, and then simmer it with with a bit of sensation and you have the ingredients for a very hot scene. I love making someone think one thing is happening (something they love or hate) and then slowly revealing it is the opposite. Done well (meaning sometimes it doesn't work and you need partners who understand that) it can be quite memorable. My other favorite is doing scenes without any toys. Sharpened fingernails, dragging my hair over them, crushing them/holding them with my body weight, the most feather touch with my fingers to the sharpest sting of my hand, being so close to their most tender parts but not touching, allowing the only sensation to be my hot moist breath. Perhaps a quick wet lick and chilling stream of air on their nipples repeated a few times and then inhale their nipple into my hot mouth. My hands binding her arms or her ankles like warm human cuffs. Soft supple flicks of the tongue, slowly building excitement, lots of close physical connection and then just as she gets to the good part, pull away where the only connection is the barest tip of the finger, then just the moment before she relaxes press my whole body against her and rush back in and driver her upwards again. .The whispered growls and threats uttered in the deepest guttural tones right next to her ear as my hand encircles her neck... You know, that sort of stuff can be hot too. I think I just got a lil chubby I looooooooooooooooooove that! O.P. Oohhh so many fun things, hard to pick just one? Floggings with an audience is definately up there, especially in non-typical BSDM environments. Mind fucks - oh definately, especially when they (and they usually do) last all day or for days, building up to a frenzy. Knife play *swoons*
< Message edited by Sabella -- 5/19/2006 8:00:34 PM >
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“The giant Grof was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind and he died of what he saw there.” From The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, by Patricia A. McKillip
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