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[ This is perfect. Find me, My Knight. ~RynPhx ]

A dominant man’s preferences for his perfect Strong, Powerful and Intimidating Woman.

She’s a human being and therefore imperfect, but not to him. To him, she’s perfect!

She is:

  • The Most Beautiful with no rival.
  • The Most Revered for her beautiful personality.
  • The Most Loved by him, because of her loving ways.
  • The Most Worthy and Deserving of everything he has.
  • The Most Interesting and Fun.
  • The Smartest and Most Desired.
  • She’s the Most Considerate and Caring.

She isn’t new to the world and she’s found herself in more than one place wondering how the hell she got there, like everyone. The advantages she’s had in life already, have had limited advantages.

She is a dominant Lady, who has accomplished great things all on her own. Life has not been as kind to her as so many others presume. She does what she must, but she is her own person and is self-made. Her true self is known to very few people. The rest see her public persona.

She is extremely tough and resilient, but she is also much more feminine than some realize, including those closest to her. She doesn’t presume everyone understands her perfectly, but she rightfully expects certain people in her life to basically understand her, without her having to mention everything.

She remembers every preference and detail of those closest to her. She has every right to expect they do the same, especially with easy things.

The amount of consideration she shows is incomparable to anything he has ever experienced. It is impossible to overlook this. While part of why she is this way is to receive it herself, she should.

He is a very dominant man. Unlike others he does not follow certain traditional and invisible protocols. He believes there is much more to being a secure person than that. In his mind, scripting oneself is contradictory to truly being dominant.
He notices everything about her. A couple seconds in sight and he can see if her mood has changed by any indication of her posture, expressions or tone. He observes her in a natural way and not overbearing. She leaves the slightest hint and he gets it the first time, or he at least knows to ask more. She is so very important to him and his happiness hinges on hers. How can he be if she is not…

He is human, made mistakes and he is a man and knows there are many beautiful women in the world, but there is none like her. Those others are for other men to concern themselves with and all will be made keenly aware of this. He knows how lucky he is to be with her, he wants everyone to know. There is no awkwardness to show this to anyone. He will make sure she is the envy of all women. There is nothing any woman can do to take away any amount of his attention from his Princess. He will be cordial, but if he must, he will state that straight out so there is absolutely no confusion.

She will get everything from him he can provide her with – all of himself and all of his efforts. He knows she deserves it and will provide him with all she has. He has lots to give and wants to give his all. He never quits or becomes fatigued.

Life is imperfect and everyone makes mistakes. People argue, tussle and fuss. These are not deal breakers; these are part of normal life. They have those issues and overcome them every time in very positive ways. Each is very independent, but will depend on each other many times in life. Sometimes that comes with companionship and understanding alone, and no action. Other times it takes a lot of effort to help, but nothing is too much.

She is incredibly intelligent. She “gets” things before he ever does. She is very shrewd and can be very playful. She will use this extraordinary ability to tease, taunt and satisfy. It won’t always be that way for him at first, but eventually he’ll get it. When she has pleasure; so does he. Their connection provides for intense compersion. Despite allusions to the contrary, she does certain things to provoke him, for them both together. She reads him better than he can himself.

She’s a woman and she knows and feels certain things a certain way, he has lots more trouble with. Her sexuality profoundly affects him………..she’s a woman and she is the woman with the most sexual power over him. She need not raise her voice to affect him; she can just whisper or leave a hint of something. He may not know exactly what it is, but he knows it means something. His confusion worsens and the more it does; the more pleasure she has.

Everyone is vulnerable. It takes a lot of trust with another to make themselves so vulnerable to them. The strongest man says one thing, but he feels it, whether he attempts to deny it outright or just inside to himself as he picks up a bottle. His Princess has that power over him and can dominate with that. It matters not how dominant he is. It takes a lot of strength to admit and permit that. She’s the only one that can affect him this way. She’s the only woman he loves.

He will love to love her. He has needs to show it. He will, by remembering all of her preferences. He will be proud to exclaim those things to others, without fear of being perceived as less masculine. Only the insecure man feels such weakness as that.

When she’s away, he will watch the clock tick and when she comes back……

…She will be pampered like a Princess from the highest kingdom. He will take her to town and buy her every toy and goody she wants. He will court her years into their relationship, as if it was just beginning. He wants her to be treated better than any other. He wants to be the man with that opportunity and he will keep his promises.

She is human and imperfect and has lived a portion of her life already. She, like all people, will have frustrations and other emotional aspects of life she deals with. She may have a need for outlet, but she has no place for it, except with him, the one who understands her best. She may, in her sneaky smart ways, design situations to achieve that for herself and for him too. It won’t be obvious to him at first and she will enjoy every sadistic second of that, but not because she hates him, just the opposite.

She is the woman and sexually, they focus on her.

She may push that bar a little too far sometimes. She might try and take too much and revel in her wickedness, and in his face, however so softly and subtle she speaks. He will be beside himself. He will become very angry and will think things he never thought he would. He just won’t get it right away, amidst this “attack”.

He sees her smile and her aloofness and can’t make sense of it right away. Does she do this on purpose………eventually he thinks… Yes, of course she does, but that understanding makes it no easier at the moment. She pushes more and more. Why would she? He can’t understand yet. She knows full well why. She has him half mad. She also knows he would never react like this with anyone else and if another women pulled this; he would have left without a note. Now he can’t pull himself away.

His state of mind bears every emotion possible, plus intense arousal. He watches her writhe and moan in ecstasy. Her pleasure is his, but not this way is it?

She says things he can’t believe. He wonders if everything was an act until now. He feels embarrassed he ever told her anything so private about himself, but then he feels that is wrong. Back and forth he goes. He is so dominant. A little pretty lady has him tied in knots without laying a finger on him.

But why is she provoking him……..why not just do whatever it is she wants to do……..he fights within to maintain that thought to answer his own question.

When her time riding the top is done……..he has it figured……….she did all of it on purpose and he knows why, but he still can’t bring himself not to act………..he must have her and he will, just as he wants……………he’s dominating?

She knew the outcome 8 days ago, when she started acting “funny” and was always extra aroused.

She’s the woman…….the only woman that can provoke him this way. This is not an easy accomplishment. No one has ever had this affect on him. She is the only one he focuses on and she created a situation, where it seemed divisive, but was more connected than any other two people ever are.

The only lady that can do that is The Princess.
© A.A.C.T.E.

 

I am having a lot of sex. This is a fact. And I am starting to learn something about it all.
Perhaps to say all of it is a little overzealous. I would say that I am starting to get a good sample space to hypothesize about the demographic of mostly white, educated, middle-upper class, slightly overweight, mid to late 20s heterosexual males. As an avid OkCupid user, I am finding, drinking and doing it with these young men, frequently on the second or (as is much more popular as of late) the first date.

I am also walking away from these encounters with little remorse, and an even littler desire to ever see them again. That latter part is not exactly true, as I am actually becoming good, jovial friends with quite a few of them and hope to keep them around for companionship and laughter, at least for a little while. At least a couple I hope to artistically collaborate with, so that’s an exciting area of exploration. Networking! Friendship! Casual sex!

I think I can do better than these folks. And by better I mean better bodies and bigger dicks. To be frank. I hadn’t realized how perfect I found PM’s body until I was ready and willing to entertain all sorts of body positivity (a lot in part, I realized now retroactively, because of my own insecurity) for my sexual partners. This does not mean that I am not attracted to a heavier set body, indeed, I would say I am drawn in particular to them because, as a large woman (in height and therefore size, but not heft — I remain a 38B for those who will relish in that sort of detail) I still feel insecure about being ungainly and/or immune to vulnerability. I need protection and I find that most in loving touch from caring, sure, passionate, loving humans. These humans can come in large packages. There is just one small, yet essential item: I need my sex to be, for lack of a better word, athletic.

This is not the same as huffing and puffing over me, at such an erratic and high strung rate that I (more than once) wince at the mental association with being humped by an epileptic walrus. This is not what I want to be thinking during sex. I want to be watching the sculpted Herculean body sensually, rhythmically, robustly pumping away at my supple, silky, smooth curves in a mirror that we have perched above our bed. I want to watch the muscles in his buttocks clench as he drives into me, as deep as he can go and then I arch my back and clench his shoulder blades as he goes yet in deeper.

I’m not getting this kind of sex.

In the meantime, I’m mostly being poorly fucked by mediocrely endowed men. You, sirs, cannot afford to have so little technique in addition to your little predicament. I hadn’t thought that size mattered but let’s remember my statistics, shall we? It took me 20 years to have sex with one man. I then had sex with him, the PM, the poorly postured but otherwise perfectly proportioned problem that he was, for TWO YEARS. In the subsequent weeks since my self-removal from that catastrophe, I have notched my belt an additional 5 notches in my belt, totaling my tally to 6.

And, yesterday, I had sex with 2 people. Not at the same time, mind you. (Yet.) But I definitely went from a first date/one-night-stand-where-I-left-instead-of-staying-over and then, instead of sleeping alone in my bed post date, I was booty-called and a man showed up on my doorstep and fucked me into the night. Entertaining? Yes. Enjoyable? Yes. Exhausting? Yes. Exactly the same next time? No. Needs improvement.

So, here is my advice to the demographic whom I expect to keep pursuing, even though I also may extend my casting net into higher leagues. I think I might be a pretty high league now, which is astonishing. I also think I may have dropped 12-15 lbs or so since arriving in the city but having stopped weighing myself around 3 years ago because it was making me insane, I wouldn’t quite know. I do know I feel slimmer, trimmer, and SO MUCH HORNIER. That’s the lack of birth control and I’m almost inclined to stay off of it, but then I remember I’ve had sex with two men in the last 36 hours and I remind myself that if I have a baby before I get a master’s degree, my family may disown me. #firstworldproblems

So my advice to all the young men in this age group looking to please a woman in bed, or:

How To Get Her (To Like It Enough To Want You) Again

1. Kiss her neck.
Don’t necessarily rub your face (especially if recently stubbled) against it.
Kiss, not bite, I said.
Slobber is not necessary.
A light sucking, occasional slip of the tongue, all along her collarbone, up her neck, along the jawline and then gently tugging on her earlobe.

2. Be gentle with her breasts
You don’t know where they’ve been (or what they’ve been supported by, what they’ve also been carried with, what time of month it is, how sensitive her nipples are)
Do not bite her nipples (unless she asks for it.)

3. Hickies are only acceptable in places where standard business casual clothing covers.
No exceptions.
Be conservative if you have any doubts.
Please.

4. Do not ram me for more than 2 minutes at the same tempo, frequency, gate, and stamina unless I am obviously reacting very positively. And even so, I don’t think I’ve ever done anything that long without changing something up.
Pumping is a no go. That word is just … that’s what the problem is. You are not having sex with, making love to, boning, fucking, or sleeping with me. You are just pumping my body and I am not into it.

5. Ask me, preferably early on, when you are clearly horny but not close and/or already finished, how I best come and then for the love of god help me get there.
If I say, no it’s okay, then it’s okay but you just got mad points for putting me first.
Protip: I always put your pleasure first, because watching you be pleasured (by me) is what turns me on the most. BUT: there are very particular things that you can do that will help me get going right along and then it’ll be smoother (wetter) sailing for everyone (if you get my drift).
I don’t want you to grunt and sweat and squint your eyes so much while you hump me dry that you forget to notice 1. that I’m a human there, receiving your skidding latex-sheathed dick and that 2. your latex-sheathed dick is skidding back and forth inside of the human below you.

Too much Ow; not enough Ahh.

Please and thank you.
Raynbow Phoenix thanks you.

P.S. As we all remember from last post, I give amazing head. One of my Pleasure Him Party Tricks, if you will. The one thing I will say about all you belt-notch boys is that you have been astoundingly grateful and for that I am flattered and charmed.