The Men in My Life
Both sides… my dominant side with my hubby, and my submissive side with Michael and with Johnny… are my real sides. They’re just different, like two different outfits I might wear depending on my mood, the circumstances, the weather, where I am, and who I’m with. I’m perfectly comfortable with either.
During my teens and twenties, I was always the submissive partner, and loved it.
Now, in my early 30s, I’ve been fortunate to discover a whole other side of my personality with a loving husband who shares that with me.
But one thing I can’t quite negotiate… and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to… is switching between the two with the same person.
I could never, for example, be sexually submissive to my husband, and would never want to be. My relationship with him is a Hotwife/Cuckold relationship, with a FemDom twist, and that’s never going to change. He’s my PussyBoy, and always will be.
With Johnny, I’m totally sexually submissive, always have been, and always will be. But my relationship with him is really just sexual in nature. We just fuck. I’ve been with a lot of men in my life, but Johnny is the best I’ve ever had. He’s like a fuck machine, with a cock for the ages. I swear, everytime he fucks me I cum like a bitch in heat. He knows all my buttons. And, according to him, I’m the best he’s ever had. So we are perfectly compatible that way. But I’m happily married and I’m not really interested in anything more with him, nor is he with me. Besides that, Johnny’s not husband material. That’s not his nature. Johnny will never be tamed, by me or anyone else.
With Michael, I’m submissive on an even deeper level than with Johnny. It’s not just sexual, it’s mental. Michael gets in my head. Part of that is his smooth but intense personality and his experience with BDSM. I really, really want to explore that more with him. I’ve been looking fir a Dom for a long time, and feel very fortunate to have found him. He already has this kind of hold on me when I’m with him, and even just hear his voice. Inevitably, I can already tell, he’s going to eventually end up dominating my husband as well, either through me, or more directly. Which might be a little tricky. When Michael made my husband suck his cock that one Saturday when he picked me up from Michael’s house… and just did that so smoothly, like he was ordering coffee… that told me a lot about him and what I can likely expect. He wanted to immediately define the relationship, and he did.