I will like it if you can be stunned into weakness for me, when I can shove you into a wall, a hand around your throat and threaten you and have you believe it (crossing that line between knowing that you can stop it any time you want and that tipping over point where the attack makes your brain stutter and your body go ‘wtf?!’). If I am aggressively fucking with you, I need to believe that you are in it with me, that when I slap you or bite you, you have some fear that I am going to lose it and rip the flesh from your bones. I want you to be afraid, and maybe it is a fear of doing or saying the wrong thing more than a physical fear, and that works too: I want to taste it, fear and confusion and desire.
If I can get there, this is my favourite, all messy and violent, and there will be bruises that don’t come from some careful wielding of a nicely crafted flogger. I will be rabid for wanting to get inside your skin, clawing at it like it’s in the way and kissing, your mouth will hurt from it, from me trying to rip your tongue from you and swallow it, from biting at your lips because they are mine and shouldn’t even be on your fucking face. Shoving your face into the floor and resisting the urge to smash it into the hardness over and over again, grinding relentlessly against parts of your body that are in my fucking way and stopping me from getting inside you. I can’t get enough, I know it already, but I will want to tear you apart trying.
Then at some point, I have to come back from that because it only goes so far, and when I come back from it, I want to see you bared, open and looking a little lost, reeling from it. Hard and desperate and put upon, and I will be melting from what you have given me under the onslaught, and from you being just a little bit broken. I want that lost boy who blinks up at me, vulnerable and open now, like everything inside has spilled out because his mind was so busy processing what was going on that it had to leave the reason-driven part of him behind.
And then I get to play with you, that wide-eyed boy, with gentleness and hints of hurt that now make you a little scared, that hit you hard because you think it is done now, because you are already sore and think you maybe can’t take any more: it makes me both protective and predatory. And I let you see how turned on this makes me, all of it. And maybe I blame you for that “See what you did?!” and slap you and maybe let you taste it. And maybe you get to lick me with the remnants of violence on us both, then it is more like sex with lots of kissing and teasing and denial and some sharpness just to remind you I am there, and maybe the strap-on and maybe cuffs and gags and blindfolds and licking and general fuckery.
“I will like it…..”
“I want you to……”
“I want to taste it…..”
“….all messy and violent….”
“And maybe I…..”
Nice scenario. Is it wishful thinking, a dream, fantasy, a chapter of a fiction novel, or…… is it ur routine when having a sexual encounter?
Oh i see, it’s all of them. Or did u conveniently grab the opportunity to make use of my mistake to ask u 5 questions simultaneously instead of one, so u could leave everything in the open?
Wow! Just… Wow….
*smile* I’ll take two ‘wows’ any day!
If only – but yeah, I totally get that.
Thanks for sharing so honestly and proving such a matching forces exist.
“Thanks for sharing so honestly and proving such a matching forces exist.”
Matching forces *do* exist, no matter how hard they are to find. And you’re welcome.
I’ve felt this. I feel this. It’s a beautiful mind/body fuck that’s nuanced and contextual and fucking addictive. It’s consumption–having, owning, possessing–beautiful and mind-bendingly violent and loving and awful and sweet and perfect.
Love this, Ferns. :) I’m rooting for you. Hard. :)
“It’s consumption–having, owning, possessing–beautiful and mind-bendingly violent and loving and awful and sweet and perfect.”
Yes! That’s a wonderful description! Glad you could relate.
I would have commented last night, but I was shaking too much,
Shaking is hot. Just so you know.
Riddle me this: What looks like a sadist, sounds like a sadist but is not a sadist?
…biting at your lips because they are mine and shouldn’t even be on your fucking face.
-best line ever.
“Riddle me this: What looks like a sadist, sounds like a sadist but is not a sadist?”
Holy craptastic definitions, Batman… that Riddler is so tricky!
The correct answer, of course, is ‘me’, but you knew that already…! *Kapow!*
oh yes, pretty much just like that.
“oh yes, pretty much just like that.”
See, Anonymous way back up there… we are out there!
Sorry that this comment has very little to do with your actual post, but I just wanted to let you know that I’ve just stumbled across your blog and I’m really enjoying it so far. I myself am a submissive woman to a dominant man, and I rarely come across Femdom blogs that I like – most come across as degrading to submissives as pathetic, which I don’t agree with.
I think you write beautifully and are great at portraying D/s relationships as RELATIONSHIPS where love and affection abound and aren’t things that make you any less dominant. I appreciate how you talk to and about other submissives as equals and don’t assume any kind of power over them simply because you choose to be a Domme and they are subs.
Thank you so much for your comment, Bunny. I’m glad you are liking the blog so far.
“I rarely come across Femdom blogs that I like – most come across as degrading to submissives as pathetic, which I don’t agree with.”
Yes, there is a lot of that out there, and it is disappointing to me also that it’s so pervasive. If you are interested in more F/m depictions that are NOT like that, have a look at my blog list.
And welcome! I don’t have many submissive female readers, it is lovely to have you here!
and I rarely come across Femdom blogs that I like – most come across as degrading to submissives as pathetic, which I don’t agree with.
Of course, many blogs by submissive men themselves come across as degrading and pathetic, so maybe they are all just feeding the same dynamic.
I think you write beautifully and are great at portraying D/s relationships as RELATIONSHIPS where love and affection abound and aren’t things that make you any less dominant.
Bunny, you nailed it. This is the absolute best thing about Ferns, and why she has such a well-deserved following.
Tom: “This is the absolute best thing about Ferns, and why she has such a well-deserved following.”
*smile* Thanks Tom… you are welcome anytime, though of course, you already knew that…
It is so difficult to choose favorites with your writings because each touches me in a different way. However, for being hot and raw this is definitely up there in the top 3!
*smile* Thank you.
“See what you did?!”
*Whimpers* Yes, okay, okay.
“…And maybe the strap-on and maybe cuffs and gags and blindfolds and licking and general fuckery.” <– This is an afterthought? This !?! Fuck!
Yes, okay. Ha-ha!
*chuckle* None of it is an afterthought… It’s just… after.
When you write like this it is frightening and totally captivating all once
Barbed poetry, every line
Thank you, I like ‘barbed poetry’: That’s a wonderful phrase.