While this was originally slated for a post in my blog tour for "Out of the Night: Book One" re-release, I decided it was too good not to share, even if it didn't make it into the final draft of post. I was pondering what makes a "sex scene." This of course led me to thinking of Tom, my past dom from whom The Queen was originally based, and of getting ready to go see him.
I wrote this once thinking about getting ready to see him:
bdsm doesn't necessarily mean pain play. For some it does. There's a whole psychological aspect to it. Even if you can't serve 24/7, there's still a chance for some time to serve, to think as a sub. Again, going back to Tom, who was the first inspiration for The Queen, we lived 30 minutes apart and neither of us had vehicles (I later did before he abandoned me and my Master claimed me).
I was living with my parents after having been kicked out/dropped out of college. Friday morning, I woke at 6am and started getting ready. Shaved, and much more than just my legs. Then I started my make up. Tom was very Gothic and thus so was I. White foundation, powder. Putting on my eye make up to please him took an hour. The rest of my make up was quick. Then getting dressed. A few things would go into a backpack (I wouldn't be getting home until Monday). Then I would start the journey to him. First an hour walk to the nearest bus stop that went towards him. Hour bus ride. 10 min walk to the next bus stop. 30 min ride after how long ever of a wait. Then a 10 min walk from the bus stop to the coffeehouse where he lived. Since he was living in a coffeehouse, we didn't much get the chance for play of a level involving toys. But oh how he could dom, the mental play. the talk, the look, the control. He would wait at a table, chatting, and on my stiletto heels, I'd toddle across the coffeehouse to get him a drink, knowing he'd be watching, if only now and again. i always did want more from him, and a few times even got it. but it was enough to whet my appetite so to speak, to make me hungry to see the pleasure in his eyes when i served him well.
This was all having sex to us. No, his cock didn't go into any of my holes. But with his word of permission, I could have orgasmed at any moment.