TMI Tuesday | Pleasure or Pain
Hey there! I mentioned that this week would be a bit of a crazy week for me to try to update. I’m enjoying my vacation right now, trying to behave like a responsible parent while my kids run wild…oh well, they’re young and if you can’t have fun while you’re young, when can you have fun.
This week’s TMI Tuesday takes you back into my bedroom, where all the fun takes place and some of my preferences for when things get a little crazy adult-style.
I have never been someone that has enjoyed pain as part of my sex life. There are certain degrees of “pain” that occasionally happen – such as the first few minutes of anal sex when my body is adjusting to the act and the sensations of pleasure take over, but not like those fetish ideas of being hit, whipped, restrained or humiliated. Sex in my life is very much about the pursuit of pleasure … all the time.
I am ticklish, but I can assure you that it is not something that I remotely enjoy during sex. In fact, being tickled is something that usually pisses me off … so, when you get right down to it, it’s definitely a turn-off for me.
I can’t specifically think of a time when feathers were part of my sex life. Now, that is not to say that I haven’t enjoyed a moment or two when something very similar was used. Not long after I had finished the Fifty Shades trilogy, my husband planned a night of sexual teasing and “torture” for me. He had bought a dog leash and collar, which he attached to the bed and then told me to wear around my neck to restrain my head to the bed. He then used our bondage restraints on my wrists and ankles, adding a blindfold to the mix. From there he began to torment me with a soft makeup brush, around my nipples, my face, my clit … it was delightful and erotic.
I don’t mind using a blindfold during the occasional sex session. It can be very erotic, especially when combined with some of the mind-fuck tactics that my husband likes to tease me with when I am in that particular situation. I think by removing one sense, the others become much more heightened. Add to that the impact it can have on the imagination, it is extremely exciting and erotic.
Hmm, would it be too cliche to say I bring the heat? I know … cheesy at best. But there was one time not that long ago when we experimented with some ice that proved to be both erotic and chilly. My hubby had bought me a bit of a gag gift – a cock-shaped mold for making a rather large ice cube. By large I mean around five inches, so on par with an actual man. One night we were looking for something to make a photo session to be a bit more interesting and we brought out the frozen cock. It was an incredibly unusual sensation to have that ice cold cock sliding all the way into me … although the contrast of having my husband’s hot tongue and lips on me at the same time was incredible. Not something I would repeat too often – I don’t like having an “ice cream headache” in my pussy – but it was unusual and enjoyable on a very steamy and humid summer night.
Spanking is not something that is part of my sex life.
When my husband and I first started to experiment in the swinging lifestyle, we came up with a safeword to use in the event that we felt things needed to slow down. As the whole experience was something exceptionally new to us, we had no idea what to expect. I have used it once in the time we have been on this sexual adventure together.
As I mentioned, pain is a very limited aspect of my sex life. Now, to limit the pleasurable experience to just one moment would be very hard. And while I’m sure you guys are tired of hearing about the adventure, my rendezvous with my friend has got to be the most recent experience that ranks highly.