25.2 - 13 of your favorite sexual things to do and why.
[So very locked from Molly]
1. "I want you to know I know." - Kissing. It's often the first indicator there is something more. That moment we know we have moved from looking and wondering to a more concrete touches, to a changed reaction to each other. Whether tentative or violent or desperate or soft, kissing is its own form of communication, and one of which I will never tire.
2. "I want to taste my own kind." Biting. There's something possessive in the action of a bite, even if it is a delicate one. It can slide from playful to passionate to violent easily, and there is always that moment where you know you could draw blood, the slight taste of copper and salt right under the skin...the reddening of the skin. Life, death, sex...they're all interconnected, after all, are they not?
3. "I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been." -- Scratching. The marks of passion that linger the next morning. They're never really deliberate, not like the bites--it's not so much an activity you think of as you do it. It's more when you stretch the morning after and your skin aches and you look in the mirror and realize you've red lines streaking up your back and you'll carry them the next few days, those reminders of exactly what happened that night. Or afternoon. Or morning. Or whenever. Brilliant.
4. "I want you to know that being kind is overrated." -- Being hurt. I will admit that a year ago I would not have listed this. I never would have thought it something I would enjoy. I knew, academically, that people did, but I had never thought it something that could set off that urge inside of me. And yet it does. A snap of something, a cut into my skin, the heat of a burn, the freezing bite of ice...whether it is the endorphins or the danger or the release after or something else twisting inside my brain, I do not know, or care. It's almost an addiction, a craving, and even when I'm terrified this will be the time it goes too far, there's part of me begging him to hurt me just a little bit more.
5. "I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win" -- Inflicting pain. Even more new, or at least I like to think so. Perhaps it was always there, buried inside, repressed beneath far too many layers of civility. I will admit I took pleasure in hurting him, before, though perhaps it was not sexual, but now...now, with the way things have changed? Now I understand that urge. The roles switch, and I am more than happy to play my part, to watch him squirm, and to see if I can make him scream. It seems only fair.
6. "I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire." -- Bondage. It's tied in to the above, of course. Several of these are interrelated. Looking over the list as it develops, I realize that. But there are also differences. There is something about taking someone who is so powerful and rendering them--admittedly with their consent--powerless. Of making them wait for you to touch, wait for you to do as you please, when you please, how you please.
7. "I want to know if you read me." -- Sense deprivation games, finding new ways to communicate beyond just words. The twitch of a limb, a whimper, or complete silence. Can you read their body enough to know their pleasure points without the usual cues. If you cannot see your lover, cannot hear them...if you had to rely on touch alone...there's something erotic about that, especially when your senses are already heightened. To depend just on one or two of them instead of all, to take anything but verbal and visual cues? It's a journey worth taking.
8. "I want to watch you lose control." -- Giving oral sex. I'm not against receiving. I wouldn't want to give that impression. But it doesn't compare to giving for me. The intimacy of the act, the way a person responds, being able to put your own desire aside to fully watch your lover, and focus on them for those moment as their world comes apart--it is intoxicating in and of itself.
9. "I want you to come on strong." -- Submission. I have, on occasion, been accused of being oblivious to such things as intention and attraction. It can take a strong hand to get my attention, to show me you mean business, that I am what you want, and it can take that same strong hand to keep me focused. There is always my work, you see...it's good to keep reminding me of just what it is that you want from me, and how you want it, and where, and when and why...I like being taken, I like knowing I'm wanted, I like having that proof there, so there's never any doubt of where I belong.
10. "I want a controlling interest." -- A struggle for dominance. Lately, I have found myself sliding on the other side of the scale. Some things change, shift. I'm not content to solely be the possessed anymore, always surrendering the control. There's a fire inside my veins that's raging out of control in ways I never expected and sometimes it refuses to submit. It wants to see someone else kneel, someone else falter and fall and be the one on their knees, under me. Or at least make me fight before I surrender that control.
11. "I want to throw you." -- Being surprised. A soft kiss when you were expecting to be bitten. A tug in your hair when you expected a caress. A new restaurant. A new game. No games. The arms that are there to hold you when that is what you needed most from someone you never believed you could find such a tender moment with. The laughter in quieter moments. The sheer joy of having someone to laugh with. The fact that no one would believe you if you told them what you had found, but knowing that what you have is the most incredible thing in the world. That quiet...certainty that imbues everything else.
12. "I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later." -- There's darkness now, more than I ever dreamed possible. It links back to what I said with the biting, the taste of blood. Life, death, sex. They're all linked, are they not? The French even call orgasm la petite mort, or "the little death." I am not sure if this one should go on a list of favorite sexual things to do considering we have not...but he cannot die, not truly, not finally, not anymore. And his blood, if he were to kill me, he could fix it. It's not so odd to think of, is it, given both of our urges? Our curiosity? Our rage? We've taken each other to the very brink so many times, I have no doubt that one day we will tumble over the edge. Before, the thought filled me with horror. Now? Horror is not exactly what I would call the sensation.
13. [Completely locked] "I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open." -- Sex after a kill. Watching him kill. We've agreed it cannot happen again. I shouldn't even list it. We're both trying so very, very hard. Peter says we both...it will be all right. We'll be all right. But that night, I saw how it could be, if we let go, if we stopped fighting, stopped trying, stopped fighting our darker sides and just gave in to everything together...and there in the darkness, with her blood...it was intoxicating, and amazing and I almost lost myself in him, then. And the night after the drug dealer, when I could still smell his blood on my hands and could not even remember what remorse felt like--all I wanted was to bury myself in him, to revel in it. How odd is it that he is the one who keeps pulling me back from the edge now?[/locked]
Mohinder Suresh
Heroes
"Him" refers to heroslayer for #12 and 13 which are RP based--the others are pretty generic and open to other responses. :-)
[ooc: Lyrics all from Recoil "Want"]
1. "I want you to know I know." - Kissing. It's often the first indicator there is something more. That moment we know we have moved from looking and wondering to a more concrete touches, to a changed reaction to each other. Whether tentative or violent or desperate or soft, kissing is its own form of communication, and one of which I will never tire.
2. "I want to taste my own kind." Biting. There's something possessive in the action of a bite, even if it is a delicate one. It can slide from playful to passionate to violent easily, and there is always that moment where you know you could draw blood, the slight taste of copper and salt right under the skin...the reddening of the skin. Life, death, sex...they're all interconnected, after all, are they not?
3. "I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been." -- Scratching. The marks of passion that linger the next morning. They're never really deliberate, not like the bites--it's not so much an activity you think of as you do it. It's more when you stretch the morning after and your skin aches and you look in the mirror and realize you've red lines streaking up your back and you'll carry them the next few days, those reminders of exactly what happened that night. Or afternoon. Or morning. Or whenever. Brilliant.
4. "I want you to know that being kind is overrated." -- Being hurt. I will admit that a year ago I would not have listed this. I never would have thought it something I would enjoy. I knew, academically, that people did, but I had never thought it something that could set off that urge inside of me. And yet it does. A snap of something, a cut into my skin, the heat of a burn, the freezing bite of ice...whether it is the endorphins or the danger or the release after or something else twisting inside my brain, I do not know, or care. It's almost an addiction, a craving, and even when I'm terrified this will be the time it goes too far, there's part of me begging him to hurt me just a little bit more.
5. "I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win" -- Inflicting pain. Even more new, or at least I like to think so. Perhaps it was always there, buried inside, repressed beneath far too many layers of civility. I will admit I took pleasure in hurting him, before, though perhaps it was not sexual, but now...now, with the way things have changed? Now I understand that urge. The roles switch, and I am more than happy to play my part, to watch him squirm, and to see if I can make him scream. It seems only fair.
6. "I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire." -- Bondage. It's tied in to the above, of course. Several of these are interrelated. Looking over the list as it develops, I realize that. But there are also differences. There is something about taking someone who is so powerful and rendering them--admittedly with their consent--powerless. Of making them wait for you to touch, wait for you to do as you please, when you please, how you please.
7. "I want to know if you read me." -- Sense deprivation games, finding new ways to communicate beyond just words. The twitch of a limb, a whimper, or complete silence. Can you read their body enough to know their pleasure points without the usual cues. If you cannot see your lover, cannot hear them...if you had to rely on touch alone...there's something erotic about that, especially when your senses are already heightened. To depend just on one or two of them instead of all, to take anything but verbal and visual cues? It's a journey worth taking.
8. "I want to watch you lose control." -- Giving oral sex. I'm not against receiving. I wouldn't want to give that impression. But it doesn't compare to giving for me. The intimacy of the act, the way a person responds, being able to put your own desire aside to fully watch your lover, and focus on them for those moment as their world comes apart--it is intoxicating in and of itself.
9. "I want you to come on strong." -- Submission. I have, on occasion, been accused of being oblivious to such things as intention and attraction. It can take a strong hand to get my attention, to show me you mean business, that I am what you want, and it can take that same strong hand to keep me focused. There is always my work, you see...it's good to keep reminding me of just what it is that you want from me, and how you want it, and where, and when and why...I like being taken, I like knowing I'm wanted, I like having that proof there, so there's never any doubt of where I belong.
10. "I want a controlling interest." -- A struggle for dominance. Lately, I have found myself sliding on the other side of the scale. Some things change, shift. I'm not content to solely be the possessed anymore, always surrendering the control. There's a fire inside my veins that's raging out of control in ways I never expected and sometimes it refuses to submit. It wants to see someone else kneel, someone else falter and fall and be the one on their knees, under me. Or at least make me fight before I surrender that control.
11. "I want to throw you." -- Being surprised. A soft kiss when you were expecting to be bitten. A tug in your hair when you expected a caress. A new restaurant. A new game. No games. The arms that are there to hold you when that is what you needed most from someone you never believed you could find such a tender moment with. The laughter in quieter moments. The sheer joy of having someone to laugh with. The fact that no one would believe you if you told them what you had found, but knowing that what you have is the most incredible thing in the world. That quiet...certainty that imbues everything else.
12. "I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later." -- There's darkness now, more than I ever dreamed possible. It links back to what I said with the biting, the taste of blood. Life, death, sex. They're all linked, are they not? The French even call orgasm la petite mort, or "the little death." I am not sure if this one should go on a list of favorite sexual things to do considering we have not...but he cannot die, not truly, not finally, not anymore. And his blood, if he were to kill me, he could fix it. It's not so odd to think of, is it, given both of our urges? Our curiosity? Our rage? We've taken each other to the very brink so many times, I have no doubt that one day we will tumble over the edge. Before, the thought filled me with horror. Now? Horror is not exactly what I would call the sensation.
13. [Completely locked] "I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open." -- Sex after a kill. Watching him kill. We've agreed it cannot happen again. I shouldn't even list it. We're both trying so very, very hard. Peter says we both...it will be all right. We'll be all right. But that night, I saw how it could be, if we let go, if we stopped fighting, stopped trying, stopped fighting our darker sides and just gave in to everything together...and there in the darkness, with her blood...it was intoxicating, and amazing and I almost lost myself in him, then. And the night after the drug dealer, when I could still smell his blood on my hands and could not even remember what remorse felt like--all I wanted was to bury myself in him, to revel in it. How odd is it that he is the one who keeps pulling me back from the edge now?[/locked]
Mohinder Suresh
Heroes
"Him" refers to heroslayer for #12 and 13 which are RP based--the others are pretty generic and open to other responses. :-)
[ooc: Lyrics all from Recoil "Want"]