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Rough Sex, BDSM, and Other
Mushy
Delineations
By Sensuous Sadie
SensuousSadie@aol.com
www.sensuoussadie.com
My first summer in Vermont I discovered Alberto
selling collectible books at an outdoor flea market. Even as we flirted
in the bright summer sunshine, he impulsively grabbed me and kissed me.
I was astonished by a stranger kissing me, and took him as a lover that
very weekend. Alberto was a lady’s man, a man who loves women, who
loves to please, and that pleased me.
I hung with Alberto because he liked rough sex, or at least he liked
rough sex with me. I knew he did the slow hand thing with other women,
but his dalliances didn’t distract me any. He was the closest thing to
BDSM when BDSM was just wishful thinking for me.
I have another lover now who is a lot like Alberto, although discovered
under the aegis of the D/s community. Jeremy is one hell of a lay, and
likes to please, too. More rough sex. Sometimes play rape scenes on the
livingroom carpet. Sometimes the "39 steps" where I get a
flick of tongue, a pat on the fanny, or a soulful kiss each time I took
another step up. A lot of positions and a lot of hair pulling; a bit of
rough and tumble as they used to say.
I like it well enough, although it doesn’t seem much like BDSM to me.
Jeremy thinks it is, though because he’s a novice Dominant, and for
the novice, moving from vanilla sex - to vanilla sex with a spanking is
BDSM. I don’t argue with him. Let him have his delusions, as my mom
used to say.
Jeremy is also laboring under the misconception that after six months in
the lifestyle, he has graduated from novice to intermediate. Maybe ten
rolls in the hay with me plus some on the side. But does this a Dominant
make? Perhaps, perhaps not. Depends on his state of mind I suppose. As I
see it he was a great lay as a novice, and he’s still a great lay as
an "intermediate." But this still ain’t BDSM.
I hope I’m not being too hard on him. I suppose some of my confusion
stems from the night I first met him at a party. Just before we all went
home, he knelt and laced up my party boots. His own submissive side is
so close to the surface that I cannot easily see the Dominant he says he
is. He’s a switch, but to me his submissive side is what resonates.
Maybe I’ll always have that image of him in my mind, his soft gray
eyes, bedroom eyes, gazing up at me.
His dominant style is not too different from his submissive style,
pleasure oriented. He does whatever he can to make me happy, focusing
wholly on giving me pleasure. The result is my feeling his submission to
me, even though technically he’s dominating me. He may be tossing me
over the kitchen table to do me, but he’s doing it because I want it.
I’m not really sure what he would do if left to his own devices.
I wonder if there is a such a thing as "dominant" dominance
and "submissive" dominance. In theory, if Jeremy wants to
caress me all night long, it’s my job as Submissive to go along with
it. Not to mention it would be ludicrous to complain about too much. But
somehow, something is missing and I’m not sure what that something is.
There are touches of bondage, pain, control, but all hesitating, not
followed through to someplace where I might forget myself. Never beyond
lighthearted. There is more, but he’s not there yet.
Rough sex can morph into BDSM, but where does one become the other?
Fuzzy, very fuzzy. A novice or an intermediate? Depends on who’s doing
the measuring. A dominant Dominant or a submissive Dominant? Both or
neither in the novice explorer. Is pleasure enough? No, not enough.
What is refreshing about Jeremy is that he is joyful and unfettered by
"shoulds." He is a welcome change from some of the lifestyle
folk who take BDSM Too Darn Seriously. Together we gossip, we tickle, we
giggle. Yes, we fuck. A lot.
Jeremy has no philosophy, no construct, no style. Not yet. Rather, he is
present and rapt with passion. He kisses me impulsively, slides his hand
into me, leaves me breathless. Maybe not BDSM, but enough to take him as
my lover this weekend, and maybe longer.
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Sensuous
Sadie is the author of It's Not
About the Whip: Love, Sex, and Spirituality in the BDSM Scene (http://www.trafford.com/robots/03-0551.html).
She is the founder and leader (1999 - 2001) of
Rose
&
Thorn
,
Vermont
's first BDSM group.
Comments, compliments and complaints, as well as requests for reprinting
can be addressed to her at SensuousSadie@aol.com
or visit her website at www.sensuoussadie.com. Sadie believes the universe is abundant, and that sharing information
freely is part of this abundance, so she allows reprints of her writing
in most venues.
Copyright
2003 Sadie Sez Publications

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