Feminine Dominance— Love and Domination.

The Art of Female Dominance

Taking the lead, I sat up straight to bring my pussy close to his mouth. I’m convinced I even choked him a little; however, he continued licking and sucking me. I finally moved to the front and I took his dick in my hand.

“What’s got into you?”

“Shut up,” I whispered sweetly. “Just shut up and do what I say.”

His eyes were shaded, but they would certainly have popped out in surprise. I sat on him tightly, feeling his pulsating manhood push me away. Then, I leaned back, grabbed his calves from behind, and started bouncing on his cock. I was falling hard, rhythmically, feeling the exact shape of it.

Queen of Desire— Taking the Lead

Our bodies collided with a loud slap. I felt divine and had power over him. I was in control of the whole situation. He penetrated the deepest and the farthest recesses of my vagina. However, I wanted more. I knelt down, taking the classic riding position, and grabbed his hands, placing them on my chest. I was taking the lead this time.
“Massage them and don’t slack off,” I panted. I put my fingers between the hairs on his chest and began to move my hips in a flash. I took him smoothly, though I was getting tighter and tighter around his penis with each passing moment.

Taking the Lead— Female-Led Intimacy

My clitoris rubbed against his abdomen, sending another pleasant chill through my body. Taking the lead, I mounted him like an unruly stallion while doing whatever I wanted with him. I felt liberated like never before, and that was the beginning of this path. My orgasm began suddenly, and I owed it mainly to myself. My boyfriend was just a tool for my purpose, and that awareness made me feel even better. It was not me who was the giver of his delight, but he was my dressage doll.

Sensual Sovereignty— Seductive Authority

It is in these moments when I feel him driving me apart and rubbing him with a soft suit that I experience strong, squirting orgasms. I let him do anything. I’m not a fan of anal, but when he’s wearing this outfit, my back door is open to him and it brings me a lot of satisfaction.

Taking the lead, I made strong movements as I felt the vibrating, throbbing contractions run through my pussy. Panting loudly, sweating, absolutely wet. I got up from his dick, pleased.

“You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?” he asked.

“I’ll untie you in a moment,” I said, sitting down on the mattress next to him.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

I smiled mischievously. “You deserve it, darling.” I smacked my fingers at his penis, then untied one of his hands and nonchalantly left him alone. Letting him know that I also have my needs and that he should try harder next time. This change was about one partner dominating the other, but also about creating a space where a woman could fully express her desires and feel valued.

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