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Post by itsjustus on May 9, 2016 22:13:46 GMT -5
.......Before I die, I WANT to know what it feels like to be so consumed by love, passion and lust, that I'm seduced and taken. Over and over again. I need to experience that one time. I didn't think this was possible! Outside of Micky Roark movies that is. Lol. But I'd heard that some women have this desire, to be taken.... but don't know it until it happens. No idea where I read that...but...I tried it...on my ex... Oops! Turns out that, no, not all women have this secret desire. It also turns out that some women are perfectly capable of flipping me off a bed into a wall while screaming "WTF do you think you're doing!!!". Ouch!! Damn!!! But after my split, in another relationship, during one of our times together, I was filled with that kind of love, passion, and pure lust...all at the same time. I wanted to take this woman. I mean TAKE her. Looking at her, laying before me as I knelt on my knees on the bed looking at her. How vulnerable she looked. How she had aroused me so skillfully moments before. So much so that I deeply lusted for her. She had a look of expectancy in her eyes. Almost a little afraid of what she'd awoken. She knew that I wanted her, could see it in my eyes and body. We'd talked previously about the idea of a man taking a woman, wondering what it was like. I felt like a tiger, ready to pounce. And I did. I took her for my pleasure. I moved her where I wanted her to be. I turned her body for me, for my pleasure. I grasped her hips, moving her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back for a rough, lip crushing kiss. I just....took her. And we both reached heights we could never have imagined. Later, as we made soft love, (yes...there was a later...) we agreed that that was the most passionate sex we had ever had. Just raw sex. Animalistic sex. And while it wouldn't be standard fare, it was ok. Ok to have pure lust for your partner. It was the combination of love, passion, lust...and trust, that made it ok. Btw; Turns out...women can take a man as well...another story...lol. |
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 22:18:39 GMT -5
Exactly what I want, itsjustus. I'm in-charge in every other aspect of my life, so the "being taken" theme is a big one throughout my fantasies. |
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Post by beguiledcinderella on May 9, 2016 22:31:37 GMT -5
I remember early in my marriage whispering urgently to my new husband "take me ... Take me". He stopped. And said "I don't know what you want -- but you are distracting me"
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Post by TMD on May 9, 2016 22:32:34 GMT -5
I remember early in my marriage whispering urgently to my new husband "take me ... Take me". He stopped. And said "I don't know what you want -- but you are distracting me" OMG. We are married to same man. |
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Post by itsjustus on May 9, 2016 22:33:54 GMT -5
Exactly what I want, itsjustus . I'm in-charge in every other aspect of my life, so the "being taken" theme is a big one throughout my fantasies. That makes sense to me @zumbamami. She was in charge of every aspect of her life as well. All the bills, the day to day responsibilities, planning for the things....everything. This part, of being vulnerable, of not being the one in control, appealed to her in a way. It also was why coming to me in the evening, for me to lovingly hold her safe and protected, appealed to her so much. What appealed to me is that she *could* take care of every aspect in her life, our life, as much as I had been the only one in my marriage to be in charge of every aspect. But neither of us had too. Together, we didn't have to. It was a possibility of a real partnership, a coin toss on who took care of what, but with a man and a woman who could fulfill the others needs as our genders really wanted. Does that make sense? Genders really wanted isn't the right words...but it's close. Lol. |
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Post by itsjustus on May 9, 2016 22:37:35 GMT -5
I remember early in my marriage whispering urgently to my new husband "take me ... Take me". He stopped. And said "I don't know what you want -- but you are distracting me" Oh, how horrible! I was told, pretty explicitly, that talking "during...you know" wasn't allowed.... (btw..."during...you know" was the word for....shhhh....sex....) |
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 22:39:49 GMT -5
I think the word that best fits is balance, itsjustus. Gender roles is too specific, and it's not a gender thing, per se, more of the ying/yan ebb and flow of energy. I talk about this dynamic in the kinks thread, and why the D/s (Dominance/submission) power exchange appeals so much to me. |
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Post by itsjustus on May 9, 2016 22:53:16 GMT -5
I think the word that best fits is balance, itsjustus . Gender roles is too specific, and it's not a gender thing, per se, more of the ying/yan ebb and flow of energy. I talk about this dynamic in kinks thread, and why the D/s (Dominance/submission) power exchange appeals so much to me. It could be, but I think That it was providing for her safety and protection, if only metaphorically by holding her close at night, that fulfilled me, the man in me. Just as it fulfilled her by feeling safe and protected by me. That seemed fairly gender specific. It was definitely something we both had not had before. I was amazed at the feeling of it. As for the feeling of dominance during our love making, that was more....fluid...and fun.  Another thing we'd both not had. Who knew sex could be fun?? |
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Post by smilin61 on May 17, 2016 17:37:19 GMT -5
I want to take it off. Completely. Leave it laying on the floor, next to the bed, waiting for tomorrow when I have to wear it again. All the things I'm worried about, concerned about, working on..home, work, life in general...lay there in that suit of armor. And the person that I love, that cares about me, that I belong too...takes her's off as well, laying her's on her side. When we get in bed, we are both open, vulnerable, soft...no armor, no coverings of our hearts or souls. Completely naked and open to each other. So that when I lay down and watch as they come to bed, I can hold out my arms and say a quiet "C'mere"...and she scootches over into my arms, snuggling into her spot under my arm, laying her head on my chest, looking to me for the feeling of being safe....protected...loved and wanted. That fulfills me, as a man. Providing that place of safety and protection. I would take on the world...to protect her. This. I've never had this. I've never felt secure/protected, able to take off ALL of my armor. I've been taking care of myself since the age of eight, and I'm not even sure if I could, but I still have HOPE. (On my ok/good days- which admittedly are dwindling - on the dark days I just pull it tighter around myself. ) |
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Post by nahmastay on May 17, 2016 22:37:32 GMT -5
I am not done with love, and I never will be. It is actually love and a sense of loyalty that keeps me from leaving. Outside of the (lack of) sex issues, my wife and I are pretty compatible and great friends, and I really don't want to hurt her. That said, if this marriage were to fail, I would not remarry. I would like to fall in love again, but not remarry. Yes. This. I'm a love believer and hold out hope that my love and loyalty isn't in vain but I do not see another marriage in my cards. Love, yes, please. |
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Post by baza on May 20, 2016 18:52:56 GMT -5
Love is a very mysterious commodity.
Not "managable" in the sense that you can elect to declare yourself immune from it / "done with it".
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Of course you can take a position in life of not engaging people at any great depth, and keep some distance, thus minimising greatly the chances of someone wanting to engage with you (or you with them), but you can not "immunise" yourself against the love bug.
If it bites you, you are bitten and smitten.
You can't control that.
And that is probably a good thing.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 19:51:39 GMT -5
Despite dating for 15 years before marriage I never met anyone I could fall in love with, including my wife. By the time I met her I figured it wasn't in the cards for me. I suppose the silver lining to all this is you can't miss what you never had. Reading the posts on here I can see that being in love really seems to make sexual rejection all that much worse.
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Post by JMX on May 20, 2016 19:54:59 GMT -5
Yes it's possible. Just a matter of meeting the right person that you have attraction for, then chemistry, things in common, and then if it's meant to be it will happen. It sounds like a tall order doesn't it? Meeting them, attraction, chemistry, things in common.....I'd call that fate. It's happened...I just ran smack into the "if it's meant to be, it will happen" part. [sigh] But I'm not going to give up. It's a beautiful, wondrous thing. I think those of us that can love deeply, can find others that love deeply as well. Even easier  Positive Polly! |
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Post by obobfla on May 20, 2016 20:05:29 GMT -5
Ok, I read the topic, and Heart plays through my head. Anyway....
I am a romantic - both hopeful and hopeless. I want that best friend to play with, to explore, and to care for.
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Post by JMX on May 20, 2016 20:13:41 GMT -5
Ok, I read the topic, and Heart plays through my head. Anyway.... I am a romantic - both hopeful and hopeless. I want that best friend to play with, to explore, and to care for. I think we all want that, sweets. This thread has been a longing, salacious and lovely thread. |
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Another thing we'd both not had. Who knew sex could be fun??
