Are there people who are sexually attracted to rainbows? I live on the West Coast, and I can believe that there are. I mean they come out of whatever tent they have been camping in outside a pipeline protest, and they see a double rainbow in the sky and instantly have to rub one out. The level of abstraction that kinky life can go to is a fascinating thing!
Do you see a crotch in the apex of the rainbow’s arch? I know I do. The arch of everybody’s legs is a sexy place to imagine. Even Queen Elizabeth I, who allegedly had a congenital absence of vagina (CAV) and therefore remained the virgin queen to the end, probably had a sexy Barbie-type crotch. A beautiful patch of skin in the place where the vulva might normally lurk, like a sexy red spider, ready to leap out and pounce on renaissance cocks.
The more I rub my lady’s clitoris, the more she spouts extremely dirty pronouncements. Sharing fantasies not only helps her to get off, but it also gives me cues as to what I should say in future to get her off. I find that often if you just ask people what their fantasies are, they act coy. In the throes of a great clit flicking, though, all sorts of interesting assertions spring forth.
Just the other day, I was down there, circling the magic button with one finger, rubbing her nipple with the thumb of my opposite hand, and kissing her neck and ear at the same time. The poor gal could hardly contain herself. She started going on about how she wished there were two of me, so I could fuck her and she could suck me off at the same time.
Well, thought I, it seems like this could be a way of her expressing that she is having spit-roast fantasies, couched in the terminology of not specifically cheating because both of the men are me. I find the notion of spit roasts hot too. I’ve certainly been in on one of those with a girlfriend before and enjoyed it.
The main thing is to move things forward in such a way that it becomes okay to give a voice to fantasies about sex with other people, or fantasize about anything whatsoever, in a way that your lover knows the secrets she tells you are safe. That said, I’m obviously writing about it in a public space here, but I’m doing that in an anonymous way, and I may even be making up the details to make a point.
The main thing is that getting kinky, even in its nascent form, is all about trusting the person you are with to be with you in a safe and respectful space. Once you have that you can really let loose, whether that means dirty talking, or having a dildo attached to an electric drill shoved up your ass during a live performance.
It’s all about your comfort level, baby!
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