A Little Touch Of Milky In The Night

We must bear all. O hard condition,
Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel
But his own wringing! What infinite heart's-ease
Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy!

   ~ Henry V, Act IV, Scene I, The English camp at Agincourt

I've been playing online with a new man.  He's interesting.  Very clearly a natural Dom, an extremely smart fellow whose intellectual curiosity and confidence shines.  A man's man.  Disdaining the easy **** he could easily grab anywhere, instead seeking a LTR with a woman he values, someone he can truly enjoy possessing.

On the side, that is.  He's married.

I know, I know.  I can hear you saying it from here.  "Milky, what are you doing, getting hooked up with a married man?  Have you learned nothing, foolish woman?  And a DOM?  WTF is that about?  I thought you were a switch!"

But here's the thing.  This guy doesn't have any intention whatsoever of leaving his wife.  He's not confused about his future.  He loves her and plans to remain married.  Clear expectations.  He just wants some adventure, some kink, and he's able to fly anywhere to enjoy it on a pretty frequent basis.  And....drumroll, please....he's considering entrusting me with his ***.

Yes, you heard me right.  I know it's no big surprise when a submissive man begs for the peg, or even when a middle of the roader is eager to feel me sliding in his keister.  Enough guys have engaged in *** play to know that it feels great and they want something more filling from a lover.  There are a lot of men who have said they'd like to have my ******* penetrate their buttholes.  I could be busy morning, noon and night seven days a week plugging guys.

But a Dom is another story.  They're not enthused about giving up power, and make no mistake, a pegging represents a power shift.  But you know that saying "it's lonely at the top"?  It is.  And it's a stressful thing to have to direct everything all the time.   And while this alpha male seems to have no interest whatsoever in sharing me with another man, let alone interacting sexually with another man, he clearly wonders what it would be like to receive what he dishes out.  Any good leader seeks to understand what it's like for those who follow him. 

I think about that wonderful scene in Henry V, when, as the prologue states, there's "a little touch of Harry in the night," and after visiting the troops disguised as a common soldier, the King muses on the lonely isolation of power.  I can see what this powerful man I've met finds attractive about permitting me to peg him.  It's not merely the reversal of roles that stimulates his imagination.  It's the idea of letting go, of relaxing.  He suspects there's some happiness to be had there.

O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?
Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd
Than they in fearing.


He can't betray any weakness, this Dom.  He's got to keep the upper hand.  And yet, he's clearly tempted to lay back, lift up his legs, and let me have at him.  I think it's because he knows that while I am a strong woman, I am a loving woman.   And I won't think one jot less of him for being concerned that I take care in my assault.  It's a fearful thing to contemplate, leaving one's rear flank open.  I won't abuse the power, I won't betray the trust.  And I'll use lube.  Lots and lots of lube.

His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man, and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing. Therefore, when he sees reason of fears as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are. Yet, in reason, no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his army.

I'm ridiculously happy this man has come into my life.  I don't intend to go about this thing half-cocked.  Nor do I intend to rush into it.  We are very much in preliminary stages of discussion and it could well turn out not to happen.  But I need some adventure, too.  And I need warmth and love in my life. 

With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty;
That every wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks:
A largess universal like the sun
His liberal eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all.
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Dec 11, 2012