Kissing on the Velvet Crimson Couch
We started in a tucked away corner of an elegant but empty 1930s hotel bar sipping our libations and filling the space with laughter while discussing the wheel of consent (giving, taking, allowing, receiving) and the 3 minute game (“What would you like me to do to you; what would you like to do to me…for three minutes?) Having already had our more clinical RBDSM conversation, these concepts, cover the “how” we wanted to engage and acted as an anchor for the date giving us permission to play in a new way as we wove them through the next 11 hours of fluctuating states.
When our glasses went dry and other areas got wet, we went up to our gorgeous room or “cocoon” as he called it, continuing conversations and kissing on the velvet crimson couch at the foot of the bed. The room had been challenging to ask for but he was an overwhelming yes to my desire and it was everything I had imagined complete with a crystal chandelier we kept dimmed and a giant violet, tufted headboard that I felt my head gently bump against as I rode him during our second round.
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