I am a mild to moderate masochist and I do enjoy being dominated slightly by a man and sometimes I like a mild to moderate bit of pain in some of my sex. Not all of the time though. I do like to make love if I care about someone and I am going back to things from years past.
I guess I am a bit old fashioned and I like a man to be a man.
This isn't the first time something like this happened but it stands out as this man being a true man.
I am a retired special ed teacher. In the fall of 1980, which was my first year of teaching after grad school, I was having a drink in the lounge at the local Hilton Hotel and a man and I got into a conversation. We introduced ourselves and we began to discus politics and local news items of the day. We started discussing our work and I learned he was a local attorney.
I was impressed by his dress, which was a very nice suit, and his dominant personality. This was still the pre AIDS era and when he bluntly asked if I was on the pill somehow I was so turned on by his bluntness that I knew we just had to.
During the sex at the apartment that he kept downtown he got a little rough. When I say rough I mean fast paced. The top of his penis was hitting my uterus and it hurt some and when I let him know he didn't care and just kept going. This wasn't excruciating pain but it was a bit uncomfortable. I know many won't understand this but it started to be a turn on to me that he knew it was hurting me some and he didn't care or show sympathy. When he knew it was making me uncomfortable he actually got faster. Although I was uncomfortable there was a part of me inside that had turned into cheerleader for him and wanted him to really give it to me. When it was clear that he knew there was pain for me and he didn't care it was like a major high. I was there for him and I wanted to do good for him. At some point he grabbed my breasts and left bruises. When it was over he said, "That was good. You took it good." This was actually a compliment to me.
The next day at school I kept the thoughts in my head, "If the administration knew what I did last night they would fire me. If the kids' parents knew what I did last night they wouldn't want me anywhere near their kids." This whole thing might sound dumb but it was a major rush and it's something I've enjoyed thinking about through the years.