Principles Of Fucking- An Overview Of A Simple Thing.

MUAH!!!

So I had to sit and think to myself about the Principles of Fucking that I hold for myself and any partner I now am inclined to include along for my shenanigans.

• Talking dirty - must have. 
• Playing dirty - must have.
• Sensuality - absolutely MUST have. 
• Submission - must be wielded. 
• Domination - must be accepted.
• Consideration - must exist.
• Freedom - is non-negotiable. 
• Communication - ironic as it is, goes without saying. 
• Respect - above all. 

There is nothing like a man rolling you over and driving his shaft right up in you and whispering "Right... Up... In... There... That's where I want you to feel me."

Father lord when you start sucking his dick during the movie and you hear the music change to something that starting action going on and you go to raise your head and suddenly "Don't you DARE stop sucking that dick, woman!"

Wait, you think only men can dirty talk? No, no, women can drag about 4 generations in a load out of his nuts with a few choice words when we ready to. I get told I say the most obscene fuckery when my buttons get pushed  according to The Stig anyway:

He has no proof of said Swedish, I'd like to point out. 

The only way we play is dirty- mind you, him and I probably have the closest relationship I've had with a lover in all my life, this man can tell you where I'm at in my menstrual cycle by the taste of my cum alone, and he freely tastes that ish like a chef tastes stew. There is no modesty in our love, and there is no unnecessary complications in it either, we simply are, it is not a relationship where we feel obligated to each other, we exist as two adults who understand each other and our needs (including the slap on the ass as I get out the car, the bite on the ass as I get out the car, the trip and landing face first mouth open on his dick when getting into the car, the bend over cuz I kept dropping the stupid quarter in the shower when he was passing by the bathroom door, the accidental thumb in the butt before dragging away the pillows, pulling back on my shoulder and whispering "Ho-Tron Transform" in my ears KNOWING that the roommates are right outside watching some shit on Netflix and he about to drive his dick into my soul and beyond because I sassed him about some shit that doesn't even matter but just don't tear the skirt!!) and we accommodate each other without the other drama that comes when adults decide to fuck.


Sensuality is so strange, it was a long time since a man did something I consider sensual, being real, it's not that they don't WANT to be, it's just that many really aren't naturally so, and it's not something I can teach a man. Luckily I have a rostered team member who glides through a session with the slickness of a hot razor through a block of butter. Clarkson.

This is the guy who plays before he slays, I mean sure he can throw you over the back of the couch and yank your panties to a side and bury his face in you from behind, but then, you don't get to see him relishing it.

This is a man who will hug you so lovingly you believe you've found Prince Fucking Charming (that exact title, ma'am) before gently placing a hand on your breast to push you backward, and proceed with the proceedings, mainly, slaughtering your pussy with his tongue. There is no mercy in his attack when he wants it to be remembered, all you can do is melt into his will.

Sensuality as a woman, well, as the woman I am, is not difficult, it takes minimum effort, quiet moment when he's focused on the screen and shift your body, while wearing only his shirt, so that your ass is half exposed while on your side. Look over your shoulder at him, trust me, once you move and that ass cheek pops up, all eyes on you, even the one in that fucking pants right now struggling with the two in his skull to focus on that mound of flesh calling for his touch instead of a fucking screen. Give a guy a lapdance just because you can, the dick is yours ain't it? Well, act like it. Grab that lil fucker and put him right between your ass cheeks and learn to dance on him without actually penetrating.

Yall think sex is only ever about the bang bang lulu pace, or slow sexy omg it's a movie pace, there are so many areas between there that can be used to seduce a lover, use them!

What? We play hard sometimes... 

Now I often reference submission and domination in my sexual conversations. Lemme clear this now, I am currently in a vanilla relationship, a long distance relationship, and I have 2 other NOT vanilla relationships. One I'm a sub in, the other a switch.

We all know our roles, and we all understand the power distribution and how it works best, this is something for us to work on with each other, like it would be something for you to work on with each other, I can offer no advice on how to do it.

I am free to do whatever the fuck I want, with consideration to my lovers. I never disrespect them or insult them as my lovers, they never have to feel as though I am pitting them against each other, we are honest about our feelings, relying on trust and open communication to relay our emotions to each other without hesitation. It's easy with The Stig and Clarkson because we have been linked as lovers much longer than May, Few other men in present society understand what freedom is, much less what it is for me. I glow when I am free. No judgment, no restraint. I glow when I am allowed to be myself without apology and without fear of exaggerated reaction to me saying "I keep thinking what it would be like to invite my girlfriend to watch us, you up for it?" They are free to do what pleases them as long as no harm comes to me or them, I didn't go through all the shit I have been through in life, just for anyone to come damage me now. I spent years rebuilding my being. I'll be a motherfucking munkey's uncle before I let anyone destroy my psyche or physical.

Without Respect we cannot go nowhere. I am fucking telling you. You could have the juiciest chunk of man meat between your legs, if you don't respect me, or I can't respect you, off is the general direction in which you can fuck. Real quick.


Respect is the one thing that makes all of this work you know, don't think just because I got 4 boyfriends means that I can ever disrespect any one of them. These men KNOW what they want in life, where they came from and what they will stand for, there is NO  substitution for RESPECT. 

No, we don't all live in one house, taking turns with who's bed I'd sleep in. No, I don't answer a phone and announce "Well, I just got off a dick, lemme call you back after I clean up." To them. (except maybe Stig because he's my favorite degenerate and he really does not care anyway, we cannot offend each other, simply cannot, too much groundwork was laid when we decided to finally get together, I could tell him I'm blowing the Pope and he would tell me hurry the fuck up he want's to go to dinner, that is US. I however would never make any kind of comment insulting his manhood, his being, in presence of any other man, and he would NEVER seek to insult my sexual appetite or degrade me for being who I am) We extend and receive respect, nothing less. Oh sure we make the most obscene jokes about each other, but, the lines have been drawn and have not be crossed, nor do we intend to.

We work on these principles, things that I have noticed are severely lacking from most monogamous relationships these days, people more concerned about the public's input in their shit than actually working on it.

I gave up on having public relationships because the public don't do one fuck for you when you need that real support. Public has opinions but they don't even know how to master their own shit.

That being said:

All of that shit I mentioned there is why I simply cannot be bothered to find new boyfriends, I got what I need.

When you get down to it, sex could never be about just shoving a cock in a crotch and going in and out. Could never be.

There has to be more for it to be truly an experience.

Find your own principles luvs.

I hunted for a good few years before I learned what mine were, even though, I still have more to learn. Life is not a stone, it is a river, and it flows until it stops. You take the trickle, the flow and the roar, each one teaching you something new.