Sexually Broken brought to you by thekinkyworldofvile
thekinkyworldofvile at wordpress.com has had the most interesting topic going. If you haven’t read it yet, you should. Today he posted a second time on the topic “Sexually Broken”, this time to respond to a reader’s question. I’m not sure what the etiquette is in reblogging/sharing/adding on to someone else’s topic; I suspect what I’m doing here might be wrong, but this topic has had just a resonance with me that I can’t help but give my own two-cents, unasked for though it may be. And, here it is:
Sexually broken is described as hard, rough BDSM-oriented sex. Hardcore fucking, if you will. Personally, it’s my favorite kind. Smack my ass, pull my hair. Don’t make love to me; fuck me like you own me. I’ve always been that way. At this late, great age, I don’t think I’ll be changing any time soon.
The question Vile’s reader asked was, “You never have gentle love making? How do you revive her feminine side? How do you really take care of her if you only use her and don’t nurture her with tenderness?”
Now, Vile’s submissive/slave/wife’s answer is here, and again, if you haven’t read it, you should because it was absolutely perfect. And yet, I’ve been thinking about this all day now and I just have to add to it.
Everyone is different. What works for me, doesn’t have to work for anyone else. Thank God it works for my husband; no one else is invited into the mix. BDSM is awesome that way, because there are so many subtle flavors and nuances to the kinks involved. Gentle love-making may indeed revive the asker’s feminine soul, and she may be in good company. There may be hundreds of other kinky practitioners that feel the same way, but it doesn’t revive mine.
Do you know what makes me feel feminine? Being conquered. When he is at his strongest and most domineering, I feel sexy as hell and, yes, I feel feminine. By all means, DH, pin my hands behind my back. Bite, pinch, twist my nipples. Let my hair be the handle you hold onto while you fuck me just as hard as you please. Pound into me and don’t worry if it hurts, because that’s okay. Being made to submit and yield and feel in every inch of me the physical reminders of how much stronger you are over me, is what makes my body and spirit sour. If you want to make me “feel like a woman,” then don’t be gentle with me. Make me yours, instead. Own me–mentally, physically and sexually. Trust me, I never feel more feminine than when you do that.
And thank you, Vile, for allowing me to comment on your post.