Some people think a BDSM relationship is all about kinky sex, and yes, I will get to that in a moment, You Perverts!  But a really good relationship is based on communication; not telling each other what you like and don't like, but simply talking, complaining, sharing, loving, affirming and being together.  And last night, Sub and Goddess talked and talked and talked intermixed with a lot of spooning, cuddling, kissing, and gentle caressing.  

 Now, for the parts, you guys who think porn films are the most romantic films that you want to see; from Sub's perspective:  Goddess had spent the last couple of weeks on a trip with a business partner and I was looking forward to her coming home and we could spend some time together.  I had picked her up at the airport, we went out for some fastfood as Sub had failed to properly stock her apartment, and then hurried home to unpack, undress, and spend the evening in each other's arms.  Goddess enjoys a long slow wet kiss with sucking on each other's lips and teasing with dueling tongues.  Subs out there, if you want to win a Goddess's heart, it does not hurt to remember the basics of foreplay.  We take our time cuddling under the covers caressing each other's bodies with gentle scratches and running our hands up and down each other's thighs.  I love to squeeze Goddess's ass, which is a fine plump piece of African BOOTY!  It feels full and soft in my hands and I could squeeze it any time of day and when I am really turned on.  I will stick my face right between those big cheeks and kiss where the sun never shines.  Our fingers were roaming and she took my cock in her hands and I told her that "I am so  turned on right now.  If you ask anything of me, I will do it."  She chuckled at that with her typical evil laugh, which sounds as if she is half amused by my enthusiasm and half considering a particularly evil demand to make at such a foolish offer.  But in a previous conversation on the phone, she had promised to give me a blowjob when we got home, so she started to go down on me.  She does not deign to service me often.  That is more my position than hers, but she is extremely talented, and she had me stroked to hardness and going down on my fairly generous 7 inch cock, following her mouth with her hand wrapped in an O around my cock and I was getting close to cumming, but I did not want to cum too quickly, so I said, "If you make me cum, snowball it in my mouth, but take your time."  She had gotten a bit tired by this time, so we returned our heads to the same side of the bed, and we cuddled and made out.

I soon was working down to her matronly breasts.  They have a bit of sag from having children and the punishment of aging, but they make up for it with nice big nipples that were hard as pebbles and I was enjoying sucking on those big nipples and gathering as much of her dark brown areola into my mouth as I could, flicking my tongue around and over her nipples, and indulging my masculine breast fetish.  She calls me, "Babyboy" when I get like that and it turns me on a bit to be with an older woman who plays on our age difference.  But she says, "That's enough." and pushes me downward and spreads her legs for my favorite activity and soon she is grinding a hot moist pussy in my face.  She enjoys having my tongue twirl in a circle around her fairly thick clitoris.  I suck on it, while she grinds her pussy against my face and I can feel her pubic hair rubbing against my nose.  I switch it up again, by delving between the folds of her vagina and tasting her sex, which is clean and fresh tasting, but I imagine that she has fucked a coworker on her trip anyway.  We continue at this, until she has had several orgasms and she asks for me to stick my dick in her, but when I start to aim into her sex, she tells me that she can wait and we cuddle some more.

This is fine with me even though I was ready to fuck her, because the main event for me is getting her to cum.  While we cuddle on the bed, I ask her if she had fucked any of the other men at her conference and she asks if I was jealous.  I say, "I wouldn't be jealous, but I want her to tell me, and if possible let me watch and lick her out afterward."  She says, "No, she hadn't but the female colleague that she shared a room with was a lesbian."  Like most of you guys, I was very intrigued by this and asked her if anything had happened, but she said that there was not time.  I said, "I wouldn't mind if anything had there either, but I also would like to watch, but I know you would only let me watch her with another woman tied up in the corner and not many lesbians would like that either."  We continued to cuddle and share pillow talk, talking about some of our previous sexual encounters.  

After a while, she says that she has to go to pee and I say that she can pee on me if she wants.  She says, "Okay, but just on your chest."  So we head to the bathroom and I get into the bathtub and she positions herself over me, so I can see her pink gash aimed down at me between her brown legs.  And she starts to piss.  Her pee is running a fairly weak stream, so it is running down her thigh and I am a naughty boy, so I stick my mouth right up on her and start licking away.  If watersports are not your thing, you don't know what you are missing.  It is humiliating, kinky, submissive, and surprisingly clean and fresh.  I would rather drink Goddess' nectar than our city water, which is a commentary on how bad our city water is, but also a realistic appraisal on how good a woman's urine can taste.  Give it a try one of those times that you are feeling kinky.  

When she finishes, I reach for the shower knob to rinse off, but she tells me not to.  She wants me to wear the mark of her snell on me.  I say, "Really?  You want me to come to bed like this?"  And she says, "Yes.  We can wash the sheets in the morning."  I give her a French kiss and I am sure she can still taste a bit of her own urine on my lips and tongue.  She does wipe me off some with a dry washcloth, and I obediently follow her into the bedroom, still having her urine on my chest, groin, face, and hair.  

I notice that she wiped the excess from my body, but not from her own pussy. When we get back to the bedroom, I offer to lick her clean.  This, of course, is not merely a swift exercise in cleanliness, but a prelude to more sex.  After I lick her to an orgasm where she is calling my name out repeatedly, she orders me to "stick your dick in me, Baby" and I do so.  I am completely ready this time and begin fucking each other in earnest.  She commands me to cum.  "Give it to me.  Give me your cum, Sweetheart."  This brings me to completion and I shoot my cum into her.  I remember my promise earlier in the evening to lick my cum from her pussy and I go down on her licking the richer creamier taste of my cum from her vagina and I wonder when she is going to make me lick another man's cream from her and if it will taste the same.  We then agree that it is time to go to sleep and we spend the night entwined like two kittens in a basket.  

I sincerely hope that all of you are jealous, because I have the most fantastic, beautiful, kinky Goddess in the world.  Sub