Sensualips
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This weekend I had the opportunity to witness an awesome scene between a female submissive and her partner/Dominant. As I watched, I found myself trying to decide exactly what made it such a “good” scene. The actual activities were fairly typical and mundane – blindfold, a little impact play, controlling her movements by her hair and throat, etc. Visually her body had great lines and he was the perfect height and build to be taller and physically imposing. They reacted to each other in a graceful but primal way that illustrated the cliché “poetry in motion.” It was more than that though. I decided it was two things. The first was the energy. Prior to the scene she commented to me she was nervous. I reassured her she would forget the onlookers once they started. She replied no, it wasn’t that – she was ALWAYS nervous before every planned scene they had ever done. The anticipation and anxiety and fear were always present, and she had gotten to a point where she enjoyed the tension it created for her. I had talked with him earlier and he seemed like a good guy, personable, and very pleasant. Once the scene started he took on this authorative commanding presence that was a little surprising. They were so focused on each other, in a small dungeon where another scene was going on literally a few feet away. At one point a woman started screaming hysterically right next to the scene as she was hog tied on the floor and saw a spider crawling towards her. Neither of them even reacted. The second was the details. The way she tended to stand on tiptoes, and lift one leg in reaction. When she would reach out, clinging to his leg, or whatever body part was closest, and he would command “don’t touch me” and she would instantly pull back. She was DESPERATE to reach out and touch him, but more intent on obeying. She melted into him as he would grip her throat from behind and he would let her stay there for a moment, before abruptly yanking her away and into the next motion. He had a large piece of leather in his bag, something he had bought that night to make a toy from. On a whim he picked it up and used it to smack her – something that sounded wicked but probably did not hurt much at all. He also wrapped it under her hips or around her stomach and used it to move her. At one point he grabbed her by the throat and by the pussy and lifted her up sideways and threw her down in another area. It was very, very hot. So my question to the all the voyeurs: what specific things get you revved up? I mean in that deliciously near unbearable “oh god someone should really fuck me now” way?
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