Sex or any other kind of play has to be comfortable. I’m not talking consent or anything that should definitely come well before the sex or play. I’m talking about the actual deed.
So, my inspiration for this post is this one by Mrs. Fever. I loved it so much that I shared it with Snake and had told him when I read it that I easily could have written that post. I literally do not give any of those fucks either.
Add to this, on the idea of backseat fuck, is any uncomfortable fuck. I like a bed, or at least a stable surface. I don’t like pool sex, which is tremendously uncomfortable, shower sex, which is fraught with disaster, or counter sex.
Princess and the Pea? That’s me with sex. If I have a leg cramp or it’s too hot or too cold, it’s just not happening. Snake always knows that if I’ve told him to get things ready, that means on the bed with the correct temperature set and music (usually P!nk) playing.
Add to this that if we are doing PIV, I’m on top. Period. Read above too hot. Plus, I can’t get past the claustrophobia aspect. And that is not comfortable.
OK, but what about play that isn’t me-centric? Still want to be comfortable. Not playing in heels. Those are great for dinners out and photos, but who needs to try to not twist an ankle with a flogger in your hand? Shorts and a t-shirt, I know super sexy, are my Domme attire.
I guess my bottom line is that if I’m going to play, I’m going to enjoy it. And believe me, I do enjoy it. If I’m worrying about straps falling down or my hair getting caught or any of a million other nit-picky uncomfortable things, I’m not enjoying it.
So, those are my no fucks to give…