Chapter 2 #2
“That too, I guess, but I was thinking about aspects that might make you happy. I met a woman once who said sometimes when she reaches subspace she giggles and everything is funny.” He had much better explanations than I’d found on my own.
“Some people get the floaty feeling you might’ve seen described online.
We might find something that gives you a big emotional release that you can’t get other ways. ”
“I don’t like that idea.” I knew what that meant and I didn’t want large emotional releases. “I don’t mind trying to find a relaxed headspace, but I’m not sure I’m the giggle type.”
“You never know. That’s what makes BDSM interesting. There’s no one right fit for everyone.” He gave me a thoughtful frown. “It’s like lap sitting. Some people like it this way and others might enjoy a different type.”
“What type?” How many ways could one man sit on another’s lap? Oh. “Yes. You may show me.”
He chuckled but didn’t second-guess my permission. “You might like this.”
He had to be much larger than he looked in the chair because all he had to do was slip one arm under my legs and he had me tucked against him like a baby. I had to admit to being slightly startled but I didn’t mind when my squeak made him chuckle again. “Your chest is very broad.”
He could tuck me against it without it feeling like I was going to fall off his lap. Yes, my legs were folded beside him in the chair, but I still felt very secure. “You must work out on a regular basis. I don’t have this much muscle.”
“I don’t need you to have this much muscle. It would’ve made it a lot harder to move you around if you were heavier.” His continued logic was impressive. “Do you like muscles or do you not usually notice them?”
“In this position I’m noticing them more.” They should’ve been hard but his pectoral muscles were actually nice to use as a pillow of sorts. “I’ve always seen them as more of a vanity issue, so I ignored them, but I have to admit they’re more functional than I realized.”
“Try this.” He put my hand in the middle of his chest before curling his arm around me again. “I don’t mind being touched and you haven’t been able to explore muscles like this before.”
“Thank you.” He really was helpful. “You’re right. I haven’t gotten close to muscles like this before and just seeing them in passing doesn’t give enough information.”
“You’re welcome, but remember, I’m going to enjoy your touch, so this isn’t a hardship for me.
” He made a pleased hum when I brushed my hand over his nipple, but nothing said I needed to worry about taking liberties with his body.
“To go back to your question, I go to the gym on a regular basis but I gain muscle easily. It seems to be genetic because all the men in my father’s side of the family are the same way. ”
“That’s nice.” I hadn’t gotten anything helpful from my father’s family except my house and that wasn’t as secure as I’d thought it was. “I can see why some people like this form of lap sitting.”
“Do you like this form better or the first one?” He gave me time to think as he ran his hand over my head and down my back, but it was hard to pick, so I let the question roll around in my head as I traced around his pectoral muscles again.
“I like this one for relaxing, I think.” Or something close to that. “My vocabulary isn’t right for this conversation, but the other was nice for simple, practical conversations.”
“I think that was a good way of differentiating it.” He also seemed to enjoy it too based on his pleasant expression and the way he was running his hand over my back as he held me.
“This also feels more intimate for some people. Littles like this one for a variety of reasons and more what we’ll call traditional subs like it because when they’re naked it leaves their body available for their Dom. ”
“My butt is on display but not my cock.” That was actually very hidden because of the way I was curled around him. “Is that the part of the body that’s the focus with male-on-male intimacy and BDSM?”
I wasn’t really sure what he would say because the internet had given me a variety of strange responses.
It’d been so confusing I’d given up. The internet made men seem as difficult to understand as women, but it didn’t feel that way now.
“It’s okay if you like them or you don’t. I’m just trying to understand.”
“I’m going to stick with what I like and how I view male bodies, but this answer will vary for most people.” Unfortunately he was right, but my sigh made him chuckle. “I think your ass is very nice because of its shape and the way I think it will fit in my hands.”
“You do have large hands.” Mine were average for my size, so I was just grateful I was in proportion and didn’t look odd.
“They’re good sometimes but awkward others. Try threading a needle when your fingers are this big.” Another logical response. “But they’re good for holding a sub down or giving a spanking.”
I had questions about those, but he continued before I could pick which one to ask first. “But I find penises attractive, soft and erect, and I can appreciate a variety of sizes. There are a lot of areas of the body that are fun to touch and use to give pleasure, and that’s what I like best.”
“I saw that mentioned online, so it might be more common in Doms than I expected.” They weren’t like other men I’d run into before. “Enjoying parts for how you can play with them and not just for what they look like. I think that’s more logical than simply finding a body part erotic.”
That was confusing.
“I hadn’t really thought about it like that but you have a point.” He might like my ass but I liked being right better, and he was very good at acknowledging when I was right. “I like hearing how you see things. It’s making me have to think about BDSM and what I like in a man.”
He just kept getting better and better.
“I like talking, so I think we’re compatible on that part at the very least.” We’d see how we worked with everything else. Unfortunately, I was fairly certain the lawyer wouldn’t consider this finding happiness yet.
I was making progress, though.
“What other forms of lap sitting are there? This one is nice but I’m a little worried I’ll fall asleep.
I’m enjoying the way you’re stroking my head more than I expected.
” For a moment I worried he might get offended, but he was just as logical as I thought he’d be and made a pleased sound.
“Relaxing more would be a bad decision.”
Laughing softly, he nodded. “This time. But I have a question before we move to the next type.”
Hmm.
“You look sneaky.” He was enjoying whatever he was thinking at the very least.
Yes. His grin just got wider, so I knew I’d read him correctly.
“I find it to be a sexier form of lap sitting, so I would like to know your name before you turn me on more than you already have.”
I’d turned him on?
Really?
This wasn’t turning out anything like I’d expected.