Adriana’s hot (&) crazy blog

Greetings everyone and welcome to my blog!

I have no idea what possessed me to do this, lol, but here we are.
I have asked my significant other for permission and he has, oh so kindly, granted it. For years we have lived in a fast lane, and now when things have finally calmed down I find myself in a reflecting mood. My husband understands, as he puts it, mine “incessant need to dissect things, our relationship in particular”. Then again He seems to understand what this D/s is all about, while I have just began to wonder about this world outside the two of us.

Disclaimers:

Obviously this will be BDSM centered blog, but as this is the only forum I am actively involved at, you may be forced to suffer through a vanilla ranting or two, lol.

My brain works in mysterious ways, and as I am not a writer what I focus on will depend on what mood I am in. Thus things won’t be in a chronological order, but I will try to keep them as coherent as possible.

All opinions and criticism is encouraged and more than welcome. Plain meanness isn’t.

Btw, it would be really nice if some Dom started a blog of his own. I mean insight in Dominant’s mind is the reason why I joined here. Tells us what makes you tick. So that we can tick you off, lol.


For your entertainment pain…

My name is Adriana. Yes, that is my real name. With time, some people get away with calling me Adri. I currently live in a large European metropolis with my husband, Tristan, and my ten year old stepson, Ethaniel. To protect our privacy, those aren’t their real names, but I did choose names with similar sounding strength/poetry.

Last night, I asked Tristan what it is He gets out of me being (his) submissive, what He thinks and feels when I am pleasuring him. He was quiet about it for a moment, apparently thinking, “I have never tried to analyse it. It arouses me. I enjoy it.” (Men! Apparently He feels no need to dissect anything himself, :rolleyes:.)

Then he kissed my forehead and proceeded to stroke my hair, hoping it will make me go to sleep. It did. He knows me so well.

We both have highly demanding careers and travel a lot, though He more than I. He was catching an early flight, so he woke me around 4:30, and I use the term “woke” very loosely. I get up early when I have to, and I mostly have to, but I am not a morning person.
So there I was, lying on my tummy, somewhat aware that something was happening, but half asleep, eyes closed, letting him do as he pleased. Kissing me, touching me.
He pulled me to my knees and hands and whilst I was still trying to get my bearings, I felt His cock push into me. It was a bit rough, but I didn't mind, :d. I was more aware of what he was doing, but still half dreaming and having most wonderful (read: debauched) fantasies playing in my mind.
I came two or three times (maybe even four, not quite sure, its not like I was counting, lol) and was now eyes wide awake.

He lay over me occasionally kissing my shoulders and neck, his cock still inside of me. I love that feeling.
He used one hand to brush my hair behind my ear and half-whispered, half-growled in his post sex, morning voice, “Having you love me is the best thing.”

I am thinking, maybe I will turn morning person, ;).

ty for posting xox

All humans were not created equal, and thankfully so. We were all born different, but with equal rights and worth. One thing guaranteed to make me bristle is people who scornfully conclude that being submissive makes you second class. Dominant is independent from submissive about as much as the brain is of the rest of the body that feeds him. Are submissives so easily replaceable that they are expandable? I always knew that I was lucky Tristan chose me and that what we have is well balanced and special, but I am only beginning to realize just how lucky as I learn exactly how much he protected me from. World is filled with callus jackasses who put up a domineering front, thinking that makes them impenetrable to questioning and gives them the right to abuse and mistreat women, labeling submissives easy pray. Sadly, they often get away with it. A lot of them are just posers who think submissives are easy lay, a great deal of them are malicious losers, but
there is also a significant number of budding Dominants who just don't know any better.
It seems to me, that we all, Dominants and submissives alike, are burdened by misconceived perceptions of how we should act. Until I began reading up on my own I didn't have any, I simply did what came naturally. Sexually at least, I am what he has made me.
We didn't begin incorporating physical aspects of BDSm until about a year into our relationship, but from day one we had D/s dynamic. I had fell into it naturally, without realizing what I was doing. Years later he confessed that it was that way for him too, he had no conscious intention of starting BDSM relationship with me, it was just always that way with us.
Anyone can put you in chains and whip you until you surrender, its easy to understand logic of it. But what eludes me to consciously comprehend and what fascinates me about Him, is the ability to make me obey with the barest of whispers, with the look in his eyes, with just the force of his being. I don't fear him, there is no threat of losing him if I refuse, I know I am safe to trust him, so what makes me obey then, why do I voluntarily put myself through things that cause physical and emotional discomfort? There is a difference between surrendering and submitting. When we are alone, everything else is just background noise; social norms carry no weight, its just us. Yin and Yang.