Ruby Redhead's Blog: Our sexual feelings - Posts Tagged "love"

Jimmie Morris is the narrator and main character in When the Problem Is Love. She has had to struggle for success in her career. She has got used to a life focused on work. She doesn't want to go back to her dysfunctional family, but so much dedication to her career has left her, now in early twenties, loveless and a virgin. She needs to change, but it will take time... and courage.

I hope you'll enjoy following her adventures!

xxRuby

If love is true, it will offer a space in which two people can trust each other completely. It is that absolute trust that frees us to reveal our deepest sexual longings, and to find ways to satisfy them.

Sometimes -- I would even say often -- such fantasies will involve people outside the couple. There are no simple rules for how to deal with these narratives. Some people will want to realise everything they imagine. Others will prefer to remain within the constraints of shared fantasy.

Conventional wisdom has it that a man can be satisfied going from one partner to another, but not a woman.

Is this true? Chantal de Moyne is a character in When The Problem Is Love. She is very successful in the competitive, glamorous world of interior design. And she loves men. Young men. Powerful men. Men with muscles. Men who make her laugh.

But if she loves men... she doesn't love any particular man. Once she has played with them sexually, they tend to bore her. At night, at London's exclusive Arts Club, in Mayfair, she flirts with them and flatters them. If she's feeling entertained, she takes one home. Sometimes, let's be honest, she takes two. Greedy girl! But in the morning, she sends them on their way.

Is she a busy professional woman enjoying a variety of sexual adventures? Or is there something in her that's hurting, and that only the love she fears can ever put right?

Rx

The women in When the problem is love are no rollovers. Jimmie Morris is as tough as a trailer-park cat. She has left an abusive family far behind, and she's done it on her own, through hard work and a will of steel.

But there is something missing from her life. Something major. Something she can't fulfil on her own. She longs to submit to a man, sexually.

She will never be anybody's doormat. She is not looking for anyone to make her decisions for her or to make her dependent.

But underneath her independence, her courage, her willpower, her emotional and mental strength... she still longs for a sexually dominant man.

What should she do?

Jimmie Morris has a problem and it's one that affects a lot of women in the modern world.

She wants a career. Why wouldn't she? She has talent and she wants to use it. But she's poor, from a poor, dysfunctional family. If she wants to be a designer, she has to be a whole lot smarter than the rich kids who can work free as interns.

So that's what she does. She works. She works hard and she works long hours. And now it's paying off. She's starting to see some success in her career. Good on her.

But... she wants sex, too. Not just any sex, but rough 'bronco' sex of her late-night fantasies. It's not even just that she wants it. She craves it. Her body screams out for it. If she's going to live a healthy life, it's something she's going to have to have.

But... that kind of rough sex doesn't come from hook-ups and one-night-stands. Rough, satisfying sex only comes from a trusting relationship, a relationship built on... Love.

But... how does Jimmie find love when she has to work 16 hour days?

I wonder how many women enjoy the fantasy of having two men? And how many have enjoyed the reality?

Last week I was at a party at a rather intriguing location in the East End of London. There was a main bar, rather like a 1970s disco, with sofas and a dance floor. But there were private rooms, a 'dungeon', a little prison cell and an open room with lots of beds and armchairs.

There were a great many single men, as always at this kind of get together, though quite a few of them were young and handsome. There was a good mix of couples and quite a sprinkling of pretty young women, lovely, sexy girls who were clearly eager for a good night.

I was with Rodrigo, a lovely, good-looking, charming man, in his late thirties now but very fit. As much as I love him, though, he is really very submissive. And while obedient men have their place, it was not what I wanted on that particular night.

I don't know why, but I had an appetite for a young man, assertive, sexually needy, some handsome boy who would see in me what he needed and come and grab it and use it. I wanted to be used and used hard.

If I needed anything for myself, I could always ask Rodrigo to pleasure me afterwards. He is a perfect darling in that way and would never ask anything for himself.

We ordered some rather lovely cocktails from a gorgeous, stripped-to-the-waist waiter, and warmed ourselves up on the dance floor. Rodrigo had on a lovely velvet dinner-jacket and I was wearing a see-through slip with pasties on my breasts and a cute little pink silk thong.

As the bar filled out and the guests began to spread out, I thought I should go and explore. I asked Rodrigo to be a doll and wait for me, which agreed to do, and off I went.

I wasn't long in the 'dungeon' before I was approached by a very scruffy boy with a great shock of brown hair and a thick stubble. It was just as well he had pretty eyes and a sweet smile or I would have had to shoo him off!

"You look like you need company," he said, and he hadn't finished speaking before I felt his hand on my bottom. It was such a surprise to be touched like that, so soon and with so little care, and it did feel good, his hand being large a bit rough and strong. I admit, I let him carry on!

But just then I spotted a second young man, taller than the first, and neatly dressed in a nice a shirt and tie. He had dark hair, properly groomed, and he looked at me in the most darling manner, I could have melted right there and then.

The first boy asked if I knew about the schoolroom. I said I didn't but that I was happy to go and have a look. He gave my bottom a firm pinch and led me off, but not before I could take the second boy's hand and bring him along with us.

This is not the place to describe what went on that room, except perhaps to say that it was most painful... and extremely pleasurable! Poor Rodrigo had his work cut out looking after me the rest of the night... and most of the next day too!