This GIF reminds me that in spite of the premium this blog puts on lingerie and a certain, vaguely defined “elegance”, my favorite sex encounters are actually quite messy and animalistic.
My very first bondage scene with Mrs. C took place when the Army deployed me to Vicenza, Italy. I was given a private apartment in the old city center. Mrs C came to join me and we spent the entire day under a skylight in a tiny loft nook. We hadn’t seen each other in weeks and I had decided after a year of marriage to tie her up for the first time. In preparation I sacrificed a sweatshirt and cut it into thick long strips for ties.
Once things got heavy, I led Mrs C to the tiny loft that over-looked the high ceilinged bedroom. I tied her wrists to the railing at first. Then bent her over an overstuffed chair. Finally we just collapsed next to each other on a thin mattress. We would gasp for air, recuperate enough so I could finger and grope her exhausted body and collapse again. Over and over. It must have lasted three hours.
The real point is that we looked an unglamorous mess. Mrs. C’s hair was a tangled mess. (Mine would have been too, had I not had a military buzz cut). We were both fighting off bad colds and yet didn’t care. We were bathed in sunlight and she had surrendered herself completely to me. There was zero air circulation and the air was tangibly thick with heat and the stink our our bodies. The smell of our own cum permeated everything. It was a disgusting and heady aphrodisiac all at once. Every inch of us was somehow both sticky and oily slick. Oh, and our heads were so congested! (Oral sex was off the menu since nobody could breath through their nose.)
And it was glorious. I’ve never forgotten it 19 years later.