Jitters

L is coming to visit tomorrow, and I’m a little scared.

I’m also immensely excited and happy, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be scared as well, right?

L & I have explored so many things together – in every respect, but I’m focusing on sexuality, here – and the more we explore, the more I feel as if a certain momentum is building. Also, it seems the further we go, the more likely a D/s aspect is going to come into play. L is in no way or form a submissive, and neither am I with him, not all the time. And in terms of our personalities and our relationship, there isn’t a clear person who is “in charge.” I quite like it that way. Nevertheless, sooner or later, in the bedroom, I’m going to end up bossing him around.

Upon pondering his visit, I find possibilities & imaginings flitting through my mind, hence a sneaking insistence that I can’t not try them now that I know that I can. I mean, presumably. It’s much easier to simply fantasize about things without attempting to enact them. Without becoming a reality, they’re infinitely filmreel pristine perfect. Also, being the one who wants to do nasty things to the other, well, not to state the obvious, but you kind of have to be the one to come up with the plan. I have a good idea of what he likes; of what he wants me to do with him. But even so, I’m preoccupied with silly little grievances like: I don’t have a cane, where can I get a cheap cane? And will that particular one work? I want to bend him over the end of the bed and tie his ankles to the bed’s feet, but my bed is lame and doesn’t have feet, it only has wheels located closer to the center, how will I get around that? And, most importantly: what if he ends up not liking what I’m doing? What if I fuck up?

Being a switch (and yes I’ve finally decided to claim switch) can be really irritating. I know that he wants me to hurt him, that he wants me to control him… That he’s taken audio files of himself jacking off because he wants me to listen to him & know what thinking about me does to him. I know all this. But I still haven’t quite managed to tap into that raw energy that I know is there; to tap into the desire to see him marked up and prone and open and willing to do whatever (within reason) I tell him to. My conflicting desire to have him do those things to me sometimes interferes. See: my last post. He’s not the kind of person to lay there and take whatever I dish out; he reacts, he grabs me, makes me hurt. And instead of fighting, like half of me wants to, I typically give in to what the other half wants, which is… to give in.

The thought “maybe I’m not really dominant” enters my mind, even though I know that that’s just silly. There is no right way to do something… as much as I know that, I’m intuitively inclined to think that there is, and that I’m not fitting it.

Even though I’m worrying about this, I know at the end of everything, I’ll simply listen to me and to him and to what we want; and that even if my plans don’t work out, we’ll have copious amounts of rough sex anyway and it will all be fine and dandy.

Edit: As always, after writing about something that preoccupied me, I find that I’m not thinking about it as much and not even sure why I was so worried about it in the first place. Ah, the therapeutic powers of writing.

Edit again: After the initial psychological nail-biting… exercising my creativity on this is quite… satisfying and amusing. I was envisioning possible things I could do with my room, and with items I could easily get from pharmacies and hardware stores and laying out situations in my head. Weighing what action would cause what effect. It was like composing an outfit or a writing piece, only better.

No related posts.

Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.