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The Passion Remains - Extract
A Sexual Autobiography
RON
I saw Ron about once a month, on Sunday afternoons, for three years.
I met him through a BDSM contacts site that never subsequently yielded anything else.
He was advertising as a dom, with quite a serious and aggressive sounding ‘tag’ which I won’t
reveal. He was around 50 and big build – I always felt so comfortable with him.
Ron was the most kind-hearted and gentle dom I’ve ever met!
Oh he spanked and whipped and caned me really hard, and that was definitely his interest, but he had
an attitude that it goes along with being gentle and kind and caring and ‘kissing it better’. Slave has to
suffer of course, but afterwards will get lots of sweet kisses and cuddles, not to mention cold cream
applied to her sore bottom – and of course lots of the most wonderful pussy licking.
Every time I saw Ron I felt like my three boxes had been ticked – licked, fucked and spanked.
I’m always happy if I get sent home with that checklist achieved!
All three things would always happen with Ron.
His oral got better and better and he’d usually do it twice. He had a long fat cock so never had a
problem fucking me, though from the back was easiest, and I also managed to sit on him quite easily,
something I haven’t done very much with people. I got to really enjoy riding him; he was so big and
strong and would always encourage me and say it was no problem.
He’d put me over his lap for hard spanking and also use a whip and a paddle. He was clearly really a
caner and had two canes he’d sometimes bring in a long cardboard tube.
I’m not into pain and getting caned is difficult, but I took a fair bit from him.
I remember one time feeling proud that I’d taken a total of 75 strokes of one type or another (not all
caning!) in one session.
We always spent long afternoons together. Of course I sucked him also but he wasn’t particularly
demanding in that direction and I don’t think I ever sucked him off – he’d usually come from fucking.
He would probe my arse with his fingers sometimes – the beginning of my recent experience of
everyone pressing for anal or being otherwise interested in invading my arsehole.
I guess it’s so prevalent in porn these days, it’s become the new expectation.
I used to say to Ron, what’s this fascination with my arsehole? He would say, it’s about making
every part of the sub accessible to the master – of me having no part of my body he wasn’t allowed to
enter and explore.
We got on very well sexually, and I did really feel comfortable and safe with him.
We explored bondage a bit, and we had a couple of friendly but not particularly successful
threesomes, one with an older guy, one with a nice young enthusiastic guy I saw once on my own
afterwards.
Ron was straight – no sign of any interest in men/cock at all.
Sometimes we’d fall asleep together for a while – he liked to cuddle and hold me and say kind
things.
He was so reliable, always sticking to dates, always paying for the room but not only that, also
buying me a meal afterwards, every time and never letting me contribute.
A gentleman, basically.
Now I don’t usually eat with guys I fuck, but somehow there was no problem about just enjoying
myself with him and not feeling self-conscious. We had pizza several times and ribs at a TGI Fridays.
We had Chinese in two or three places, Indian once, tapas once.
I introduced him to various local places I know, and he was very easy going and seemed to enjoy
everything. He didn’t drink much, was always sensible.
I just had one problem with Ron, which was that outside of having a great sexual and SM rapport, we
didn’t really have much in common, so I found him difficult to talk to over all the meals.
He was not an intellectual and his interests and experiences didn’t have much to do with mine, and
generally he was just very quiet and not forthcoming about anything. We didn’t ever talk about
anything heavy or serious (like what we thought about one another or how I fitted into his life) so it
was always a problem coming up with ‘chat’ and pleasantries over the meals.
I would often think – I really must just say no to the meal – but it always actually felt significant to
me. It’s not a matter of getting a free meal from someone – it’s the fact that here was a lover who was
prepared to do something outside of sex with me. Not many of the men who have fucked me have
taken me for meals!
When I first met Ron – the first couple of times – I wasn’t sure about him.
Initially, I thought he wasn’t that attractive or easy to speak to, and his breath sometimes smelled,
from too much coffee I reckon.
Then I gradually came to like and appreciate him so much – I felt quite emotionally attached even
though I knew it couldn’t be anything serious or all-encompassing.
Once I knew him well, he started dropping hints about having met someone (he was definitely single
when I met him) – another woman who was into spanking. The hints would annoy me because he’d
mention going away for a weekend and keep referring to ‘the person I was with’.
Of course I knew ‘the person I was with’ was the more serious girlfriend, so I did feel a bit jealous,
but obviously also pleased for him.
After three years of seeing him, he told me he was getting married in a few months’ time, though to
be honest it sounded a bit like he was being badgered into it by her and his family, and wasn’t that
keen.
I asked if she knew about me and the answer was no.
She was okay with his spanking/SM interest, but not with him seeing other people.
I said, ‘Tell her you want an open relationship’ and he just said, ‘No’.
I do wish him well, I never wanted him for myself, we’d have nothing to talk about! But he was
obviously deceiving her right from the beginning about me, so makes you wonder if it’ll last.
I’ve had a bit of a cry over him a few times – including in his company. He still said he would see
me but it did feel like there was a ‘last time’.
I offered to pay for the meal and for the first time ever, he accepted. Sort of upset me and made it
feel final.
It’s not like I wanted to marry him – but I sure miss his familiarity and his brilliant licking.
Good luck Ron and thanks for three years of nice sex.
I met him through a BDSM contacts site that never subsequently yielded anything else.
He was advertising as a dom, with quite a serious and aggressive sounding ‘tag’ which I won’t
reveal. He was around 50 and big build – I always felt so comfortable with him.
Ron was the most kind-hearted and gentle dom I’ve ever met!
Oh he spanked and whipped and caned me really hard, and that was definitely his interest, but he had
an attitude that it goes along with being gentle and kind and caring and ‘kissing it better’. Slave has to
suffer of course, but afterwards will get lots of sweet kisses and cuddles, not to mention cold cream
applied to her sore bottom – and of course lots of the most wonderful pussy licking.
Every time I saw Ron I felt like my three boxes had been ticked – licked, fucked and spanked.
I’m always happy if I get sent home with that checklist achieved!
All three things would always happen with Ron.
His oral got better and better and he’d usually do it twice. He had a long fat cock so never had a
problem fucking me, though from the back was easiest, and I also managed to sit on him quite easily,
something I haven’t done very much with people. I got to really enjoy riding him; he was so big and
strong and would always encourage me and say it was no problem.
He’d put me over his lap for hard spanking and also use a whip and a paddle. He was clearly really a
caner and had two canes he’d sometimes bring in a long cardboard tube.
I’m not into pain and getting caned is difficult, but I took a fair bit from him.
I remember one time feeling proud that I’d taken a total of 75 strokes of one type or another (not all
caning!) in one session.
We always spent long afternoons together. Of course I sucked him also but he wasn’t particularly
demanding in that direction and I don’t think I ever sucked him off – he’d usually come from fucking.
He would probe my arse with his fingers sometimes – the beginning of my recent experience of
everyone pressing for anal or being otherwise interested in invading my arsehole.
I guess it’s so prevalent in porn these days, it’s become the new expectation.
I used to say to Ron, what’s this fascination with my arsehole? He would say, it’s about making
every part of the sub accessible to the master – of me having no part of my body he wasn’t allowed to
enter and explore.
We got on very well sexually, and I did really feel comfortable and safe with him.
We explored bondage a bit, and we had a couple of friendly but not particularly successful
threesomes, one with an older guy, one with a nice young enthusiastic guy I saw once on my own
afterwards.
Ron was straight – no sign of any interest in men/cock at all.
Sometimes we’d fall asleep together for a while – he liked to cuddle and hold me and say kind
things.
He was so reliable, always sticking to dates, always paying for the room but not only that, also
buying me a meal afterwards, every time and never letting me contribute.
A gentleman, basically.
Now I don’t usually eat with guys I fuck, but somehow there was no problem about just enjoying
myself with him and not feeling self-conscious. We had pizza several times and ribs at a TGI Fridays.
We had Chinese in two or three places, Indian once, tapas once.
I introduced him to various local places I know, and he was very easy going and seemed to enjoy
everything. He didn’t drink much, was always sensible.
I just had one problem with Ron, which was that outside of having a great sexual and SM rapport, we
didn’t really have much in common, so I found him difficult to talk to over all the meals.
He was not an intellectual and his interests and experiences didn’t have much to do with mine, and
generally he was just very quiet and not forthcoming about anything. We didn’t ever talk about
anything heavy or serious (like what we thought about one another or how I fitted into his life) so it
was always a problem coming up with ‘chat’ and pleasantries over the meals.
I would often think – I really must just say no to the meal – but it always actually felt significant to
me. It’s not a matter of getting a free meal from someone – it’s the fact that here was a lover who was
prepared to do something outside of sex with me. Not many of the men who have fucked me have
taken me for meals!
When I first met Ron – the first couple of times – I wasn’t sure about him.
Initially, I thought he wasn’t that attractive or easy to speak to, and his breath sometimes smelled,
from too much coffee I reckon.
Then I gradually came to like and appreciate him so much – I felt quite emotionally attached even
though I knew it couldn’t be anything serious or all-encompassing.
Once I knew him well, he started dropping hints about having met someone (he was definitely single
when I met him) – another woman who was into spanking. The hints would annoy me because he’d
mention going away for a weekend and keep referring to ‘the person I was with’.
Of course I knew ‘the person I was with’ was the more serious girlfriend, so I did feel a bit jealous,
but obviously also pleased for him.
After three years of seeing him, he told me he was getting married in a few months’ time, though to
be honest it sounded a bit like he was being badgered into it by her and his family, and wasn’t that
keen.
I asked if she knew about me and the answer was no.
She was okay with his spanking/SM interest, but not with him seeing other people.
I said, ‘Tell her you want an open relationship’ and he just said, ‘No’.
I do wish him well, I never wanted him for myself, we’d have nothing to talk about! But he was
obviously deceiving her right from the beginning about me, so makes you wonder if it’ll last.
I’ve had a bit of a cry over him a few times – including in his company. He still said he would see
me but it did feel like there was a ‘last time’.
I offered to pay for the meal and for the first time ever, he accepted. Sort of upset me and made it
feel final.
It’s not like I wanted to marry him – but I sure miss his familiarity and his brilliant licking.
Good luck Ron and thanks for three years of nice sex.