She's been a friend for a very long time. Our relationship started when her and her previous woman lover took an interactive sex class with me some maybe eight years ago now I think.
Fierce, strong, self aware, loud, intelligent.
I have always found her to be stunningly attractive. Her mane of brilliant red hair along with her luscious smile always catches my attention, each and every time I see her.
We've had sex more than a few times over the years and each time it's been so good. We compliment each others kinkiness.
I can count on her for a laugh, support, kindness and critical observations too. When I ask a favor, she comes through for me time and time again.
Her husband and I have frolicked a time or two as well.
In a couple of weeks our paths will cross for a few hours and my plan is to beat her. To take her down to a place of tears, to show her the depth of my sadism and to seduce her deepest masochist tendencies out of her. I'll play her well, and in the end, she will be grateful.
Black, blue, bloody ... she will be a mess. Giggling like she is prone to do when she is high on endorphins and pain. I'll comfort her and wrap her up in my arms as we sit together talking about the scene we will have just played out.
Because really, what are friends for?
Jennifer ... Vancouver's Sex Educator, Sexuality Coach and Activist. The content of this blog is not suited for those under the age of 18. What you'll find here is a written account of my personal journey in sex positive culture both personally and professionally.
