#domi writes

[undomesticated-animal]

Did you know you can have slumber parties with your friends as an adult?

Did you know that you can pack up a bathroom worth of salt scrubs, hair masques, massage tools, paraffin wax soaks, and whatever other spa day treats you keep for yourself, and your friends will let you touch them, let you hold them and bury your face in their neck, confide intimate parts of themselves and their lives to you and cry in your arms and tell you how much you mean to them?

And sometimes if the stars align, you'll be pressing your thumb deep in your friend's thigh during a massage while she has her head in your other friend's lap, moaning and grabbing at you in pleasurable agony. She'll be gasping out desperate instructions like you're bottomed out in her pussy. "Harder!" followed by "That's perfect...." in a liquid sigh while her eyelids flutter and her head falls back. She won't even notice the wet spot growing on her panties, but you'll smell her cunt as the wetness soaks through thin cotton mere inches from your fingers. When she digs her nails into your other friend's thigh with a groan, and they both gasp in the same moment, all because you applied the perfect kind of pressure to the perfect place in her sore body, you will know what faith is in your bones.

An hour later, when she's curled up, flushed and panting on the couch, sipping her cocktail, she will watch as your other friend gets fully naked for her massage. She'll watch as you start to kiss bare thigh during particularly intense moments. She'll remember your other friend is a painslut and her lips will part without her realizing as her breathing gets heavier and your fingers get closer to bare pussy. When you abandon pretense altogether and bury three fingers in your friend, she'll gasp at the rigid arch of pleasure in your friend's spine. She'll whisper her own soft pleas when you tell your friend to describe the sensations out loud. She'll moan when, after faltering, your friend cusses you out because you stopped fingering when the words stopped pouring from her lips. When you reply that your friend only gets to feel you while doing what you said, "you stop, I stop" you purr with a grin, and bite down on soft thigh to see which wins: pleasure or obedience, she will curl up tighter in her seat and moan softly. When you catch her gaze while you torment your other friend under you, she will be staring at you with something between awe and desperation. And when you fuck your friend to a screaming orgasm in front of her, lick your dripping fingers clean while looking directly at her, you'll say "it looks like the color in your hair is ready to wash out. Do you want me to come with you?" And she'll give you a silent, frantic nod and practically bolt to the shower.

She feels special that she's the only one who gets to touch you naked that night. She whispers soft things into your skin as you hold her against your chest and gently wash her hair, massage serums and masques into the strands to hold the color she asked you to give her to surprise her husband. You'll stroke her neck, and her cheek and call her a good girl when she whimpers and leans into your touch. When you ask her if you can kiss her, she'll smile like the sun and pull you down to her mouth, kissing you under the running water while you both giggle softly.

Sometimes, three bisexual women will meet as adults, riddled with fears and anxieties from decades of hardwon lessons in life, and they will be young and soft and vulnerable again together in ways that would make their teen selves blush and cry tears of joy. Sometimes you are reminded that aging is a blessing in a world where you never thought you'd get this far, and that you can heal parts of yourselves together that are still raw even in all your grown self ways of being.

God I fucking love being queer and grown and having all the fun I never thought I'd get to.

[undomesticated-animal]

Also I'm just gonna say, I fucking LOVE the fluffing role in the threesome like yes, absolutely, sometimes I want to be the center of the action (tho not everyone does!!) but have you considered the inherent erotic potential in constantly keeping your partners aroused and needy, in hearing them pant and moan and beg, for you, for each other, above you? Have we considered that when I'm pressed tightly against her side, whispering in her ear how beautiful she is, kissing her and sucking hickies into her neck, while they bury themselves into her pussy again and again, fucking her so hard she's screaming, and calling us both their good girls, I'm so fucking rock hard that I could cum on the spot? Have we considered that yes, fluffing is typically portrayed as a denial role and it's so fucking hot when it is but also sometimes fluffing is about having the power over someone to push them to the heights of bliss and pleasure only to leave them gasping and begging, desperate for more, and amusing yourself with their sounds and reactions?

Have we considered that I love all forms of sex, not just penetrative and it denies me nothing to grip your hair and force your head back so I can sink my teeth into your throat and my fingers knuckle deep inside you? Have we considered fluffing for the love of the game????

[undomesticated-animal]

Condescending overstim my beloved....

"Did I say we were done?" said with a laugh and a smirk while I gasp for air and twitch, too overwhelmed to even speak

"Are you okay baby, were you trying to use your safe word?" Asked with sparkling eyes and pretend concern every time a moan escapes me, scolding me when I scream in frustration as you steal the orgasm again and again.

"Oh I know, precious, it's too much, you can't, you need a break, but look how hard you are when I hurt you like this" cooed from behind while you're buried balls deep in my ass and I can't stop shaking and cumming with every motion.

That tantalizing affection while they ruin you, picking you apart at the seams while holding you tightly as you fall to pieces.... get you a top who turns you into a trembling, messy heap of pleasure and pain, without ever letting you question how much they adore you

[undomesticated-animal]

Story time:

So I play D&D right? We play at the DMs house, and the party make up is as follows:

Me

Our DM

DM's spouse

DM's [adult] child

DM's child-in-law (married to a child not in the game)

A friend of DM's child-in-law

A childhood friend of DM

A friend of mine and the DMs

So I'm being menacing, all in character badass and shit right? And I make a deal with an NPC we suspect to be a god that I will help him with a quest if and only if he helps us succeed in OUR mission without anyone dying. He counters with "okay but the party has some......expendables.....if THEY didn't make it would that count." And my character thinks about it and says "okay, but you need to PICK THE EXACT RIGHT MOMENT, and if I disagree with your logic when you do, I will *end you on the spot.*"

Now, I'm not TELLING the DM this. I am simply saying it, looking the DM dead in the face, in character and all. And when I tell you that the table lost it's shit in the funniest way possible, allow me to contextualize some things for you:

The friend of the DM and I sitting next to me fully in actual real life bluescreens [not the first time I've done this to it] and on the spot decides that her character, explicitly identified as aro-ace, fell for my character on the spot.

DM's wife immediately high fives me

Child-in-law gets that look on his face that he always has when I do something that both fascinates and terrifies him and his friend just stares with very wide eyes and a very tight jaw

DM's childhood friend quietly whimpers "yes, mommy" from across the table

DM has to hide behind his screen for a minute with his head in his hands

DM's child goes "oh god not again" because it turns out I leave impressions like this on the party a lot, and he has started to figure out the social context in which it is occuring because....

....I am fucking the DM. Pretty sure four of the others [not including me and DM] know this, and child is for sure one of them. Five of them have seen me in full form as a [clothed] fetish model at a gig. They know my interests and proclivities. I have seen four people at this table naked, and they have seen me naked as well. This is at least HALF THE TABLE.

And the reason I tell you all of this is to set the stage for what happens about 15min later when mine and DM's friend has it's character make a comment along the lines of "I'm not the one who makes the plans, my entire life I have been a dog on a leash."

And without missing a beat, still in character, and making full eye contact with my dialogue partner yet again, "Then for now, I'll be the one holding your leash."

And fully out of character, my friend goes red, screams "fuck I'm gay" and lays it's head on the table for a few minutes.

We have fun at game night, and I remain the living embodiment of what happens if Betty Page and Mata Hari had a baby.

[undomesticated-animal]

En íngles, y otra vez in Spanish

No sé to describe mi relationship con mi lingua. Complicado, I suppose. No sé qué the words that will come en mi mente primary, y sometimes es difícil traducir between las idiomas. Creo que most people figure translation ser word-for-word, pero no es menos un pequeño here and there. Sometimes I look for las palabras exactamente por way too long y sientame abrumado. People act like eres estúpido if words are hard for you. Y adorame cual ser talking down a mi en bed, pero tiempo otros I get so angry when people decide no es importante para mi tiene tiempo enough communicarse. I don’t know how to describe my relationship with language. Complicated, I suppose. I never know which words will come to me first, and sometimes it’s hard to translate between languages. I think people expect translation to be word by word, but it so rarely is. Sometimes I search for the correct replacement word for way too long and it makes me feel so overwhelmed. People treat you like you’re stupid if you struggle with your words. And I like to be talked down to in bed, but the rest of the time it makes me so angry when people decide it’s not important for me to have the time to communicate properly. No sé cómo expressar mi social relación con la idioma. Quizás complicado. Nunca sé qué palabras vendrán primero a mi mente y, a veces, es difícil traducir entre los languajes. Creo que la mayoria de la gente se figurarán que la traducción sea palabra por palabra, pero raramente está. A veces trato de encontrar la palabra exacta durante demasiado tiempo y me poniendo abrumado. La gente actúa como si fueras estúpido si las palabras están costarían. Y adoro que me traten con condescendencia en la cama, pero si no me airado mucho cuando la gente decide que no es importante para mí tener tiempo para comunicarme. I wonder often how it feels hablar o necesitar solamente una idioma, y inglés at that. ¿Reconocéis how much nuestro uso de language changes how nos entendemos y our place aquí en es? I often wonder how it feels to only use or need one language, and English at that. Do people realize how much our language changes how we understand the world, our place in it? Me pregunto con frecuencia qué se siente hablar o necesitar solo una idioma, y ​ lo que es más, inglés. ¿Reconocéis todos de lo mucho que la idioma cambia nuestra comprensión del otros y nuestras relaciones sociales? La idioma es all about relationships. La forma de la palabra implies más y mucho about la context sociales en el que it’s spoken. Crecí con myriad trozos de significado in each sentence spoken. English feels desolado en momentos. ¿Cómo se dice mijita como en una chica que es carnal para mi con el tono solamente? En inglés, estan mucho emphasis en the meaning of body language and I imagine los otros rarely notice this. Maybe por eso I have such a bad time entender mi role para las vidas de mis quieridos. Menos Mamá, lo no tengo con que hablar Spanish. Pero maybe menos los diminutivos y verbalizacion de relationships sociales en nuestro day to day conversacion, no créo sé how to fill la falta. Quizás part of el problema conmigo y my understanding of non-verbal communicación, and I figure it out claro que si, pero I forget how often no es necesito hacer que.

Spanish is all about relationships. The shape of a word implies so much about the social context in which the word is being used to communicate. I grew up with so many layers of meaning in every sentence spoken. English feels almost desolate sometimes. How do you convey that you are calling someone baby girl with the love you have for family with only tone? There is so much weight put on non-verbal communication in English that I think people rarely notice. Maybe that’s why I have so much trouble understanding my role in the lives of my loved ones. Aside from my mother, no one I love speaks Spanish well enough to use it with me. But maybe without those little suffixes and verbalization of social relationships in our day to day conversation, I don’t know how to fill in the gaps left behind. Maybe some of the conflict in how others speak and how I hear their words is the absence. I’ve never been good at reading body language, and I surely figure it out in Spanish too, but I forget sometimes how many little spaces it isn’t necessary in my mother tongue. La idioma del espanol es una cuestión de relaciones. La forma de una palabra expresarse mucho del contexto social en el que se habla la palabra. Crecí con tantas trozos de significado en cada oraciónes hablado. La idioma del inglés es desolado por momentos. ¿Cómo se dice mijita como en una chica que es carnal para mi con el tono solamente? En inglés se pone mucho énfasis en el significado que expresa el cuerpo y imagino que los otros ven es raremente. Quizás por eso me resulta difícil comprender mi ubicación social en las vidas de mis queridos. Menos mi madre, nul de mis quieridos habla español con sultura para usarlo conmigo. Pero sin esos diminutivos y la charla sobre relaciones sociales en nuestras expresiones, no sé cómo llenar la falta. quizás un componente del problemo en cómo entiendo a los demás es la falta de contexto. Soy malo para interpretar el expressiones corporal, y también lo entiendo en español, claro que si, pero olvido que con frecuencia no es necesario en mi lengua materna. Me pregunta how it is por la gente del otra cara. ¿How is it to see how much más acepción there is anytime una palabra cambia en español? ¿What do you notice changing when leé lo que está escrito aquí? I wonder what that is like for people on the other side of the coin. How does it feel to realize how many componants of a single word can be changed in Spanish to convey meaning? What do you see change when you try to navigate my language? What was it like to read this post? Me pregunto cómo será eso para la gente del otro cara. ¿Cómo es ver los muchos pequeños cambios en una palabra que tienen significado? ¿Qué ves cuando intentas interpretar mi idioma? ¿Cómo fue leer lo esto obra? Some say a mi está buenísima that I lapse en el español during sex. Some react poorly when I cambio en medio idiomas. Otros no tienen any reaction at all. No creó sé what I want people entender para mi behavior. Yo sé quiero to be loved en mi context. I know this makes la spoken idioma un dificíl way para mi aceptar love. I wonder how entendeís conmigo. Sometimes people tell me it’s hot that I lapse into Spanish during sex. Sometimes people react with visible discomfort whenever I move between languages. Others don’t have any reaction at all. I don’t know how to convey to someone what meaning I want them to take from this behavior. I know that I want to be loved in my own context. I know that I cannot be loved in a context others lack. I know this makes language a difficult form of love for me to accept. I wonder how others would come to understand that about me.

Algunas personas me dicen que está buenísima que hablo español cuando folo. Algunos reaccionan en contra de con desasosiego cuando cambio en medio idiomas. Otros no tienen ninguna reacción. No sé cómo decir qué espero que interpreten de esta acción. Quiero ser quierido en mi propio contexto. Sé que no puedo ser quierido en un contexto de lo cual otros es falta. Es difícil para mí aceptar la idioma hablado como una forma de cariño porque que esto verdad. Me pregunto cómo los otros entienden eso de mí.

[undomesticated-animal]

I started my workbook today so I can put together a plan for my silly little emotional exhibitionism idea and like don't get me wrong, I *am* going to do this, but also do you have any idea how it feels to be invited to write down "I deserve [insert your own thoughts of what you deserve] ten times with ten different things you deserve and to get stuck on line item 6 for an hour because you literally can't think of another five things?

Do you know how it feels to come back from dissociating to this realization and in reading back the five you DID manage to think up it's just like. "I deserve safety" or "I deserve to meet my needs independently and in collaboration with my loved ones" like bitch why is the bar underground for you??????

[undomesticated-animal]

Cannot begin to describe the pleasure of bottoming for your dominant and they get so excited being inside you that they cum super fast.

Like, all love and joy and delights to subby tops who cum quick too, yall are so cute and squirmy and I wanna bite you about it, but I gotta be so fr rn, I fuckingggggggg love dominant tops who get off in no time flat as soon as they feel your soft, warm mouth on them. Sometimes when my partner and I sneak in some oral late at night, I'll be going down on them just long enough to get a rhythm before I get a mouthful of cum and a satisfied dominant, and I loooooooove it <3

And like, sometimes it's quick and soft, the gentle, pulsing pleasure for us both. But other times, it's intense and just so much, filling my mouth and throat so suddenly that I choke and twitch for them just the way they like.

Don't get me wrong, I love a long session as much as the next slut, but there's something about the excitement, about knowing they were so desperate for you that they couldn't help themselves. Of the sudden gush of their taste that always makes me moan and squirm. Sometimes my owner gets disappointed when they cum fast and early, because they were looking forward to enjoying me for longer, but then I offered to just keep going and now we both get to enjoy for as long as we want, and sometimes I get to feel them cumming again <3

Love an exciteable overstimmy top, especially when they're mean to me <3

[undomesticated-animal]

Do you ever think about the kind of hatefuck that Persephone and Hades could probably have?

Like don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore the interpretations that characterize them in a loving marriage, but also the story starts with non-con so like let me have my enemies to lovers situation here you know?

And like. They're gods. The kinds of gods that exist as forces of nature made manifest. Can you imagine what sex looks like between a tsunami and a firestorm?? Literal life and death???

Forget the actual creation myth, I want to hear about how the first time Persephone went "fuck this shit" and decided if she was stuck here she was at least gonna get some, and the impact of her throwing hades to the ground shattered the earth into its continents.

I want to hear about Hades, so full of rage and hurt at another betrayal from his brothers, filling Persephone's lungs like the plague and ravaging her from the inside out, leaving traces of himself in every inch of her, and for weeks after everywhere she steps, peppers and poisonous snakes burst into existence.

Tell me about the first time they both lied to themselves and each other and said it was just blowing off steam, but when Persephone flowers like a meadow in spring and Hades decomposes into the soft soil of her flesh, they are so subsumed in and by each other that they come away forever changed, forever entwined.

If we fucked like the gods, who would you want to be in my arms? Will it be life I breathe into your lungs with my kiss? Or the agony of death I rip from your chest with my teeth?

Better make your choice, or our myth will start at non-con too