Page 18 of Experiments in Love
“Limits.” Yes, I could give him basic ones that Francis had said to make sure I said right off the bat. “Francis said we had to use condoms until we’re both tested. Then I can ask you to fill me up and mark me.”
What else?
“Oh, you can fuck me right away as long as you let me know what the plan is for that so I can be clean and possibly stretched? I don’t know what you’re picturing on that but I’m open to a variety of options.” There was more…what else had he said?
“Francis said nothing in public that can get me arrested or accidentally end up with me on a list.” That would be bad.
“Light pain because I need to figure out my limits on that but the nipples thing was perfect so far and you could’ve done it harder.” Yes, he needed to know what he’d already done right. “I liked being teased in the bar since you knew the limits there and we wouldn’t get in trouble.”
Knowing the rules was very important.
“I was frustrated at having to keep my hands still, but I think that made it better somehow? I don’t know how to explain that. Oh, but it made me hard and I liked not having to guess whatto do.” People expected others to be mind readers entirely too often.
Even Francis did it.
How was I supposed to know when he’d reached his limit of peopling?
There wasn’t some kind of sign on him that would ding like a game at an arcade.
“And I liked finally being able to touch you after you’d been touching me for so long, but I have no idea why I liked that.” I hadn’t been able to figure out what limit that fell under but I was hoping I’d marked that as green. “Does that give you enough to go on?”
Fingers crossed it did because the rest of the stuff that wanted to pop out of my mouth was very random.
“Yes. That gives me plenty to go on.” Anson sounded like a mix of happy and turned on, so as I curled up on the couch, I decided I didn’t have to panic yet. “Let me make sure I understand the limits you’re already comfortable with.”
He paused long enough for me to agree with him but he didn’t make me talk. I appreciated it even if he didn’t realize that I would’ve just keep rambling weirdly. “You’re telling me that we can have penetrative sex with condoms tomorrow. You’re willing to explore mild pain more and you like what I did so far. You liked my being in charge of when you could touch me and how you got to touch me. You also liked that I played with you first and made you wait to do anything else to me.”
He made that all sound so logical and organized.
Good Doms were amazing.
“Yes, please. Yes, thank you. Yes, something.” I wasn’t sure which I should’ve gone with but at least he understood I was agreeing with him.
“Perfect.” He even sounded like I wasn’t being ridiculous. Amazing. “Are there any places you don’t like going for breakfast or any toys you don’t like playing with? Plugs or something of that nature. Can I assume that oral activities are acceptable as well?”
Wow.
He asked good questions.
“Um, I like pancakes and eggs and anything that doesn’t come with my breakfast stacked on a biscuit.” That just wasn’t fun and it never felt like enough food. “Yes, thank you. I like oral. Giving or receiving. I like toys but I haven’t played with anything that hurt. I don’t think I want to hurt myself.”
That just sounded ridiculous, but so did a lot of things I’d seen online.
“I’m not sure why people use plugs, though. That might be because I’m not using them correctly?” They were frustrating and boring…so it might’ve been a user error type of problem.
He made anoh, I’ve got itkind of sound. “I think I can help you answer the plugs questions as long as you don’t mind trying them again so we can figure it out.”
Anson sounded so confident I found myself immediately agreeing. “Yes. They weren’t bad.”
There was no point in not trying them again as long as he wanted to take charge of the situation.
“Great. I’ll figure out some other ways to play with them that I think you’ll like better.” His voice had a very planner tone to it and I was picturing him making notes like I was his grocery list. “Now, please don’t take this the wrong way, but have you ever had penetrative sex with someone? It doesn’t matter either way to me outside of planning purposes and not rushing into something new.”
He sounded truthful about that but I was back to wishing we were having the conversation where I could see him.
Hmm.
“Can we video chat?” How had I forgotten that was a thing? “I would like to see your face.”
