Non-Dom
2007-05-24 @ 9:19 p.m.

The other night we talked about our experience with Patrice and Melissa. Steve enjoyed that quite a lot. And who could blame him? I enjoyed it as well. I have a big submissive streak in me and Patrice certainly indulged that particular part of my sexuality. Of course, the episode wasn't really a sub/dom situation. It was play-acting. A cartoon version if you will of the sub/dom theme.

Steve hinted (well, more than hinted) that I should try the dom role on occasion. That it might be nice to add that to our repertoire. "But what does that mean?" I asked. I know Steve and he would not play the role of a submissive man.

"Order me around," he suggested. "Make me do whatever you want me to do."

"Fine," I said. "Go do my laundry."

Needless to say, Steve did not do my laundry.

Understand that you're talking about a woman that will not send an entree back to the kitchen when it's not what she ordered. A woman that will apologize when she's right because she feels bad for the person who was wrong. I think we all have a sexual makeup and are at our sexual best when we're comfortable with what we do. I mean, can you really be good at something, especially sex related, when it's not part of your sexual makeup? Can you be enthusiastic doing something that's not you?

And isn't that what we're talking about. When it comes to sex, men like the tits, the ass, the face, perhaps the legs or maybe the whole package. But, isn't the real intangible enthusiasm? Can't enthusiasm compensate for some deficiencies in the aesthetics arena? So, no matter how much I may want a pair of thigh-high leather boots, they'd never fit me properly.

This weekend should be interesting. A friend of Steve's, we'll call him Cooper (why do guys refer to each other by their surnames?), is flying in to visit his family. He's called my house on a number of occasions, looking for Steve. We would sometimes flirt. Then, a few suggestive e-mails (all with Steve's blessing, of course). It was all good-natured fun until the last two or three e-mails from him, which were a tad more forward.

It's been quite a while since Steve has watched me with another man and he'd like something to happen with Cooper this weekend. I told him we'll have to wait and see. It's all about the chemistry. I may not be attracted to Cooper and he may not be attracted to me. Things like that can't be forced. They end up lacking...enthusiasm.

Have a safe and happy weekend.

Oh, Chickpea has moved. Go and say Hi! She's further away than before and the traffic can be crazy but it's worth the trip.