I laugh – a lot.
My children like to make up songs and run around in circles. When they aren’t tripping me or singing in an effort to ignore me, I find their silliness funny.
My favorite things to watch on Netflix are old comedy specials – George Carlin, especially.
The people I am drawn to are the people who make me laugh and understand my humor – I’m fairly sarcastic by nature.
With my Daddy, I’m a giggly, bubbly little girl. This would surprise most of the people in my life, though. My usual laugh is biting, sharp, and very loud.
Would you be surprised to know there’s a lot to laugh about in Dominance and submission? Yes, there are serious moments when protocol counts – kneeling, “Yes, Sir,” eyes averted. They happen, and protocol makes me wet, very wet. But there are moments of pure, unadulterated laughter, too.
I hope no one is shocked by this, but sex can be pretty funny.
The queef that only happens when we fuck doggy style. He chortles, and I want to die of embarrassment. Later, when he’s still laughing, I laugh too, miserable at the idea of a pussy fart. I’m blushing just writing about it!
The day that he dripped my own cum on me and I mistook the moisture for sweat. He’d tortured my pussy while I was tied up. I orgasmed over and over again, not gushing and squirting as I usually do. This night, I was cream-filled and when he took the vibrator away from my clit, he lapped up my fluids greedily. By the time he entered my cunt, my eyes were closed and my head thrown back in ecstasy. Then I felt a cold, wet drop. For a minute, I was out of the moment wondering how he got so hot and sweaty when he’d been sitting back watching me writhe for so long. Finally, I opened my eyes. His goatee was creamy – and dripping. I know amusement filled my eyes, although the rest of me was too busy getting fucked senseless. We screamed with laughter afterwards.
Sometimes, after we’re done fucking, sucking, spanking, and whatever else we can come up with, we laugh at ourselves. In the moment of an intense flogging with The Devil, I’m too busy squirming and writhing, wondering if I can take any more. Afterwards, I cuss and laugh at how bad that motherfucker stings.
We take our relationship seriously. He’s a Dominant, even though Daddies are known for being the “gentler” Dominants. I’m submissive, and although I have a little side, I’m deeply submissive willing to do anything to please him.
We don’t take ourselves too seriously, though. Funny shit happens during sex, and our thoughts sometimes drift, even in intense moments, to the absurdity of something that we see or that happens. Sometimes we laugh during and sometimes, after, but we always laugh.
If you aren’t able to laugh as a Dominant or a submissive, I am truly sorry. Life is too short to not see the humor of some of what happens, even in the heat of the moment and even at the height of passion.
I’ve chuckled silently at moments durning sex. I think that’s a good thing though. If I’m comfortable enough to laugh, isn’t good sex?
I think it’s a good thing, too…I used to feel bad for wanting to laugh because I thought I was taking us out of the moment and making it less intense or serious…but sometimes funny shit happens…thankfully I’m now in a relationship with someone who will laugh just as long and loud about things as I will… 🙂
Life is too short not have laughter! Great post, sometimes the best moments are the ones we can share only with our blog family! 😀
So true! I can’t imagine telling anyone else about having my own cum dripped on me during sex… LOL
There are times to take life seriously but you do need to flip that chin over and enjoy the humor that it can offer.
It was said laughter is the best medicine 😀
I agree completely… 🙂
Oh so true! Life would seem to empty without laughter. 🙂
(The queefing doggy style part sure made me laugh, definitely been there! Haha)
Glad to know I’m not the ONLY one who’s experienced that particular um…issue…LOL
How fantastic for you to show that BDSM can and does involve laughter! Good for you, Kayla!!
I think it was a month or two ago, I told Sir what a queef was – I was horribly embarrassed but more so if he thought it was a fart. He had no clue – further embarrassment as I had to give more details for full understanding – omg.
I hope to never repeat that experience again … not that I have any choice in the matter 😛
Anywho – we’ve laughed long and hard over things with me giggling like someone 20 years my junior did and never once has he been anything other than my owner 🙂
This was an excellent post
That is funny because I had to explain to Daddy what a queef was! I think he really DID think I had farted which was SO much worse! 🙂
Men – so far behind in the times LOL (dont tell them I said that!)
I won’t say a word!
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