I've been married to my current husband, Anthony, for just over five years. In a former life I had a boring if not unpleasant sex life; little or no foreplay, no concern for my needs or desires. My former husband pretty much named the time, place and manner and I was expected to give him what he wanted. Although I'm naturally a bit submissive, my ex pushed me beyond my limits so often that sex for me had become an unpleasant chore. Even my self-image suffered as he made me feel like a sex-object that was not worth any effort beyond what he needed to get himself off. I could count on one hand the number of times he actually satisfied me.
My life now is entirely different. While I remain a natural sub, after 5 years of marriage to Anthony, I've learned how easy it is to get what I want by taking charge when the mood strikes me and, ironically, how easy it east to keep him craving me by finding and exploiting those little quirks in each of us normally keep hidden, even from those we love. I now feel desired and cherished like never before and I have discovered and learned how to have my own cravings satisfied.
Anthony, like me, is a bit submissive sexually. I discovered it by accident but by that time I'd already fallen in love with his tender touch and obvious desire to pleasure every part of my body with his incredible fingers, lips, tongue and, of course, his beautiful cock. It began to dawn on me that he considered his pleasure and desires secondary to making sure that I was completely satisfied. I discovered that I could have 4 or more orgasms for every one of his and he seemed fine with that. I felt guilty; I still do, but I know that Anthony likes it that way and, in the process, my own feelings have changed a bit. With the discovery that I could cum over and over came the cravings from deep inside me and I needed to cum over and over and I needed to cum at least once daily.
Anthony is 12 years older than I am so from time to time, he'll fail to rise to the occasion. The reality is, though, that no man could now satisfy my cravings with his cock alone. I need more sex than any man could ever provide me with a mere cock. If there were 4 Anthony's I'd probably be having affairs with the other three, fucking all four of them daily and making each of them eat me to another 3 or for orgasms before I'd be completely satisfied. On the other hand, as I've learned more about Anthony's own cravings, I have come to love the idea that he is willing to please me in any way I want, whenever I want, and is willing to go do it without expecting anything in return unless I desire to give it to him or should I say take it from him. On top of that, some of the cravings that I have developed, and that he shares, are much safer in a monogamous relationship. For example, I love that feeling as his tongue laps off of my ass the cum that has escaped from inside me as he pumps my g-spot with his fingers and/or eats me. And there is nothing like the feeling of his tongue cleaning both my cum and his that runs out of me after he fucks me senseless; but I'll get to that in a minute.
Ladies, let me tell you, there is nothing better for your self-image than a man who craves your body so much that he'll spend an hour massaging, kissing and licking your entire body from the tips of your toes to the top of your head without touching your nipples or pussy. Imagine him spending another half hour deeply soul kissing you and gently sucking your nipples while his fingers massage your G-spot until you feel your cum literally running down the crack of your ass and puddling underneath you.
When you finally feel his tongue dip into your pussy lips, it is the easiest thing in the world to become the domme that he craves. Believe me, you'll forget whatever inhibitions and submissive feelings you share as you mash his face into your pussy with both hands, demanding like a bitch in heat the orgasm that's now been building for an hour and a half. I was shocked at myself the first time. It almost sounded like someone else's voice as I held on to his head, fucking his face with all my might as he struggled to breath while simultaneously swallowing the veritable river that was squirting from within my pussy which by then had become an aching cunt demanding to be satisfied at any cost to him. As my orgasm exploded I felt an unfamiliar feeling and was at once aware that I was literally cumming like a man, only producing much more than a man.
I'd always been self-conscious of the way I smelled and tasted, about any discharge from my body. All that repression disappeared as my orgasm swallowed me like a tidal wave sweeping me away. There is no appropriate analogy for the way I must have sounded as some guttural voice over which I had no control emerged from inside.
"Fuck!!!!!!!!!!, eat my cunt, don't you dare stop fucker!!!!!!! Fuuuuuccckkkkk meeeeee!!!!!!!
Whatever inhibitions I had about bodily discharges fled as I felt him literally sucking the cum from somewhere inside me aching, throbbing, gushing pussy as if he were dying of thirst in the desert. As I gradually came down from the most amazing orgasm of my life, he seemed instinctively to know to let up at precisely the right time and he began to gently suck my outer lips and probe the creases between my lips with his soft, hot tongue.
Suddenly I felt his tongue touch my ass. Not just touch, but linger there. For a split second I was repelled and it crossed my mind to shy away or stop him. But I was hoarse from screaming out as I came, my legs were shaking and just then some part of him, I think the bridge of his nose or his forehead, made contact with my clit and any feelings of dread about him touching, smelling or tasting that private place disappeared as I realized that another orgasm was building.
As shy as I was about what I would have previously considered strange if not revolting disappeared as the hunger inside me replaced any self-consciousness about whether or not he was disgusted by my scent or the river of cum that he was still attempting to capture into his mouth. For the first time I began literally to crave another orgasm and the only fear that I experienced in that moment was the fear that he'd stop. That fear released the animal inside me and again I forgot everything but my own needs.
I was aware that I was literally fucking his face with all my strength but I couldn't stop myself. Again I was grunting out commands, threatening that I'd find someone else to fuck me if he let me down (though I'd never do that and he knows it). As I screamed commands at him I spread and lifted my legs to give him easier access and crushing his poor face into my cunt and ass as if his entire body was a giant cock that I needed to fuck; to somehow thrust completely into my comparatively tiny body. I heard and felt him trying to get a breath, I was aware that I was again gushing like a fountain and I heard strange noises that I was sure was him choking on the cum that was gushing from me, literally running down his face. I could hear him sniffling as my cum flooded his nose, the only orifice through which he had any hope of getting any oxygen at all as I used his face without any regard whatsoever for what was happening to him as I savagely fucked his face, his nose, his chin and, of course, that amazing tongue. I felt him start to weaken physically from lack of oxygen as I exploded into my second orgasm in 10 minutes, something I'd never experienced before. I remember at first feeling bad again but as the second tidal wave consumed my entire body I remember the first sexually dominant thought I'd ever had. I truly liked this man but at that moment, that tiny sliver in time, I didn't give a shit if he could breathe, I didn't give a shit if he was chocking on my cum, I didn't give a shit if he drowned in my cum, I was going to fuck his face until I came again and if he passed out I had no intention of letting go of his face until I had finished.
I'd never before had a second orgasm, I'd never before had a man's face almost entirely buried inside me, never felt a man's tongue on my ass and never before experienced a man who craved the cum exploding from my pussy as if he'd die without it. All I knew was that my second orgasm was more powerful than the first. My legs were shaking and I was breathing like I'd just run a marathon. I was certain that his mattress was soaked and probably ruined forever. I could not move my legs and I was sure I was done for the night and he hadn't made any move for to attain any relief himself.
I asked him if he was okay as I came down and all he could say was "God, yes, that was amazing, so amazing."
I sometime smoke when I drink or party with friends but I never "need" a cigarette. Yet as I lay there quivering, I felt just such a need. I had been at a party the night before and remembered that there were cigarettes in my purse. That small but truly present dominant part of me was emerging. I had just fucked this poor guy's face like some imaginary slut one only reads about or sees in porno movies. He had been gasping for breath between my legs, nearly passing out as my orgasm nearly drowned him. He'd licked my ass, swallowed God knows how much of my cum and I thought I'd ruined his mattress. He doesn't smoke, we were at his house and we'd only been together for a month. He hadn't had any relief himself and yet all I could think of was how great it would be to lie there and smoke a cigarette while I recovered from two of the most amazing orgasms in my life.
