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Mar 20th, 2004 7:39:59 am EST
Context

It’s been a busy couple of weeks. Amazing how time flies when your having fun isn’t it?

I was thinking the other day about how the context in which words are spoken makes so much difference.

The other day I had DH sprawled out on the bed. We had started innocently enough by kissing and snuggling. He was under the covers and I was over, so I started playing with his nipples and rubbing his cock by gently sliding my hand back and forth over the covers where he was hidden. I soon knew I had his attention because I could feel he was hard under there. But I didn’t want to unwrap him; I wanted him to demand it himself. So I continued to play with his nipples, and run my face over the covers across his body. At some point he was groaning, and he finally pulled off his underwear, but there was still a blanket between paradise and me. I continued to trace circles around his nipples, gently and not so gently pulling on them. I gently rubbed the sheets over the shape of his cock and I could feel him thrusting under there. I knew that the soft sheets touching his skin must have felt good, but not as good as my mouth would have. Finally he got fed up and roughly pulled back the sheets. Ah…mission accomplished!

Now I have the object of my affection staring me right in the eyes. I slowly lick the length of it. It is already throbbing. I take it fully in my mouth and run my lips up and down the full length. I do this for some time until I see he is really thrusting, all the while looking into his eyes. I can’t help but grinning a nasty grin because he has a look of pure lust in his eyes. When he starts thrusting just a little too hard, I stop.

I start up again by licking the spot near the head of his rock-hard member that always makes him squirm. I lick his balls and play with them. I rub my entire face over him. I now start alternating licking the sweet spot with deep throating his entire rod. I do this for some period of time until I again see that he is really thrusting and then I again stop.

I now alternate this with sliding my hand gently up and down his rock-hard cock while biting and licking his nipples and running my other hand over his underarms (which always makes him squirm). Again he starts to thrust like mad and screw up his face in concentration. Stop again.

More licking his sweet spot, alternated with taking his entire cock into my mouth. I sometimes let my teeth gently bite because I know at this point that feels good too. Stop again.

This goes on for an undetermined period of time.

I think it was somewhere along here that as I am looking into his eyes and giving him a nasty grin that he called me a bitch.

Now in regular life, if he called me a bitch, things wouldn’t be pleasant. I don’t think anyone likes hearing those words in the context of an everyday conversation (not that he has EVER used them). But somehow in the context of our current situation, they are a prize for me. What’s up with that?

I know when I get him to that point, when he is calling me a bitch, that I am doing something right, and he has lost control. He’s not the type to lose control that way easily, so it is at that point that I know I have been doing something right.

Isn’t it funny how sweet those words can be in the right context?

(3) Comments

masterorator- March 20th, 2004
why does it sound so much sexier coming from a woman?

logical- March 21st, 2004
That is an awesome description of a blow-job. And yes, it was more of "You tease!" than a bitch that he was calling you, and it is contextual. Now that I could ever get away with something like that -- my woman would catsrate me if I even came close to calling her that. BTW -- missed you two a lot. Good to see you back.

-her- March 22nd, 2004
lol Masterorator - all depends on the context right?

Logical - thanks - I missed it here. At some point during that process, it could have even been a "you bitch", but the context made it fine either way. I considered it a compliment. Perhaps its because I know he'd never refer to me like that out of sexual context.