Female Domination !
“I love you so much. Please don’t ever hold back anymore, and while we’re at it, why don’t you tell me what you really want?” I mumbled into his neck, pressing kisses along it, making him moan softly.
“Want you to take over me, baby, please.”
Grinning, I pulled back from his neck and looked at his now flushed face and bare chest, his eyes darker than they were just minutes ago. Knowing how much I was affecting him and how he wanted me in charge made me eager to have him a mess. We both knew where this was heading, so we started to rush up the stairs, excited to get to the bedroom. As soon as we were there, and the door was shut behind us, I pushed him so his back was against the door before kissing his lips hungrily, biting, and sucking hickeys onto his neck, making him groan.
He whimpered at my actions, and I could feel his length harden. In turn, I whimpered, feeling my panties get wetter and wetter. I backed him up to the king-size bed, our lips connecting and reconnecting, the heat in the room seeming to go up about 10 degrees. He loved it when I had my way with him, taking control of his pleasure, making him cum so hard he saw stars; he swore I was magical.
I turned both of our bodies so that he would be the first to hit the bed. I was kissing him so hard it was making his knees buckle.
“Do you want to take your shirt off and lay on the bed for me, baby boy?” I asked, to which he quickly complied, lifting the fabric over his head, to see me doing the same, taking my bra off at the same time, making him practically drool at the sight of my perky tits just begging to be played with.
He laid on the bed following my instructions, waiting for me to come over to him. When I did, I let out a small moan at the sight of his fucked out face, and I had barely touched him. I loved it when he was like this, letting me take control when the roles were usually reversed. I just wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel, which was pretty damn amazing.
I leaned over, kissing his lips, my tongue diving into his mouth, dancing with his own. I pulled away slowly. “What do you want me to do to you, baby?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Want me to play with you?”
He whimpered and nodded, his doe eyes begging me to do something about the tent in his sweats. I reached down to the tie on his sweats, undoing the bow slowly, almost teasing him, making him squirm and moan out.
“Please touch me, angel, I’m starting to ache.”
I worked quicker, getting the trousers off of his legs before throwing them somewhere in the room, then going back to pull his boxers down his long legs, his dick finally springing free from its confines and gently hitting his stomach.
My eyes went wide at the sight of his length, the tip an angry shade of red, leaking precum, the thick veins more prominent, his balls just ready for a release. I lay between his spread legs, wasting no time in gripping his girthy shaft in my hand, making him throw his head back and stifle out a loud moan. I smiled, knowing I was making him feel good with only one touch.
He moaned as I started bringing my hand up and down his cock, my thumb swirling over his sensitive tip, making him groan every time. Then I brought my head down, making eye contact with his brown orbs as he lifted his up, my lips encased his tip before going down inch by inch until I was about halfway. He let out a prolonged moan, loving the feeling of my mouth on him. I brought my head up after a few more seconds, gasping for air. He whimpered, his legs spreading even more to give me more room. When I reattached my lips to his shaft, I started bobbing my head up and down, taking him down my throat as well, my hand tugging the rest.
“Feels so good, angel,” he said, gathering my hair into a makeshift ponytail.
At this point, my panties were soaked, and I managed to get a little stimulation by grazing my clit on the rough fabric of my jeans, making me hum in delight around his cock. I brought my other hand down to his balls, rolling them in my palm. I then came off his length with a pop, taking one of his balls into my mouth instead, changing between the two all while tugging his dick . I was already unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my legs, my clit was starting to throb as well. I smiled, knowing that it wouldn’t take long for us both to cum.
I straddled him, bringing my lips to his once again. He grabbed hold of one of my tits, massaging it before tweaking my nipple, making me whimper into his mouth. I became desperate, pulling away quickly before gripping his shaft and lining him up with my entrance, sinking down onto him with ease because of how wet I was. We both let out prolonged moans, loving the feeling of being wrapped around each other.
I moaned out, “Think you were made for me, baby boy, stretch me out so good.”
Placing both hands on his chest, I whimpered, slowly lifting myself up before going back down, making a slow pace. We were moaning in unison, the only sound in the room, and small whimpers of “baby” and “angel.” I brought my hand down to my clit, starting to make small circles, knowing I wouldn’t need much to topple over. I was amazed at how fast my orgasm was creeping up on me. His legs started to shake again, one of his telltale signs.
“Cum with me, baby,” I said, not holding back anymore. With a few more thrusts and circles to my clit, I was cumming. I whimpered the words “baby boy” over and over. That’s when he toppled over. I felt his cock twitch, and with that, he was releasing inside of me. He stopped breathing, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, toes curling, legs shaking, practically screaming profanities. He felt like he was on cloud nine, gasping for air, a faint ringing in his ears.
I leaned down to his chest, kissing a few spots, now utterly exhausted.
“Never cum so hard in my life, angel, felt incredible,” he breathed out, a lazy smile on his face.I slowly lifted myself off of him, knowing he would be sensitive before laying down beside him smiling snuggling into him.
Let’s talk about women taking charge in the bedroom. For centuries, men have traditionally assumed the dominant role in relationships, but that narrative is changing. Women are grabbing the reins (or maybe the fuzzy handcuffs), and it’s turning into an empowering experience for everyone involved. So buckle up, folks! Whether donning lipstick, lingerie, or leather, the confidence these women exude is as sexy as it is inspiring.Taking control can mean something different for everyone, whether it’s tying someone up, using toys, or simply taking the lead in decision-making. Women are often labeled the “navigators” in a relationship, but now they’re in the driver’s seat. They are taking control of pleasure and sex, and they are doing it without needing a map. From deciding on positions to initiating activities, women are proving that they don’t just know how to get to the destination – they make the journey unforgettable. It’s about celebrating femininity, exploring desires, and rejecting the idea that sexual confidence is limited to one gender. Of course, women in dominant roles isn’t without challenges. Some men may find themselves a little dazed, wondering what happened to the old playbook. There may be some who find it a little intimidating, but that’s where open communication comes in. Whether it’s a playful role reversal or simply taking the lead in intimacy, women are showing that there’s a world of pleasure to explore when they take control. Plan a surprise evening where you take full control. Pack a “mystery” bag of goodies, and watch his eyes light up with anticipation. Trust me, a little surprise goes a long way! Taking charge in the bedroom can be a massive confidence boost for women. Guys, let your partner take control for a change. Not only does this allow her to express her desires, but it also gives you a chance to experience things from a different perspective. And let’s be honest, who doesn’t love a little mystery?
So here’s to women who take charge: may they always keep us on our toes, tickle our funny bones, and remind us that true empowerment is about owning what makes you feel confident and alive. And remember, in the grand comedy of sex and love, the punchline is always better when delivered with a wink and a smile.
