by 
                  Sensuous Sadie 
                My first summer in 
                  Vermont I discovered Alberto selling collectible books at an 
                  outdoor flea market. Even as we flirted in the bright summer 
                  sunshine, he impulsively grabbed me and kissed me. I was astonished 
                  by a stranger kissing me, and took him as a lover that very 
                  weekend. Alberto was a lady's man, a man who loves women, who 
                  loves to please, and that pleased me.
                I hung with Alberto 
                  because he liked rough sex, or at least he liked rough sex with 
                  me. I knew he did the slow hand thing with other women, but 
                  his dalliances didn't distract me any. He was the closest thing 
                  to BDSM when BDSM was just wishful thinking for me. 
                I have another lover 
                  now who is a lot like Alberto, although discovered under the 
                  aegis of the D/s community. Jeremy is one hell of a lay, and 
                  likes to please, too. More rough sex. Sometimes play rape scenes 
                  on the livingroom carpet. Sometimes the "39 steps" 
                  where I get a flick of tongue, a pat on the fanny, or a soulful 
                  kiss each time I took another step up. A lot of positions and 
                  a lot of hair pulling; a bit of rough and tumble as they used 
                  to say. 
                I like it well enough, 
                  although it doesn't seem much like BDSM to me. Jeremy thinks 
                  it is, though because he's a novice Dominant, and for the novice, 
                  moving from regular sex to regular sex with a spanking is BDSM. 
                  I don't argue with him. Let him have his delusions, as my mom 
                  used to say. They'll be forfeited soon enough. 
                Jeremy is also laboring 
                  under the misconception that after six months in the lifestyle, 
                  he has graduated from novice to intermediate. Maybe ten rolls 
                  in the hay with me plus some on the side. But does this a Dominant 
                  make? Perhaps, perhaps not. Depends on his state of mind I suppose. 
                  As I see it he was a great lay as a novice, and he's still a 
                  great lay as an "intermediate." But this still ain't 
                  BDSM.
                I hope I'm not being 
                  too hard on him. I suppose some of my confusion stems from the 
                  night I first met him at a party. Just before we all went home, 
                  he knelt and laced up my party boots. His own submissive side 
                  is so close to the surface that I cannot easily see the Dominant 
                  he says he is. He's a switch, but to me his submissive side 
                  is what resonates. Maybe I'll always have that image of him 
                  in my mind, his soft grey eyes, bedroom eyes, gazing up at me. 
                  
                His dominant style 
                  is not too different from his submissive style, pleasure oriented. 
                  He does whatever he can to make me happy, focussing wholly on 
                  giving me pleasure. The result is my feeling his submission 
                  to me, even though technically he's dominating me. He may be 
                  tossing me over the kitchen table to do me, but he's doing it 
                  because I want it. I'm not really sure what he would do if left 
                  to his own devices.
                I wonder if there 
                  is a such a thing as "dominant" dominance and "submissive" 
                  dominance. In theory, if Jeremy wants to caress me all night 
                  long, it's my job as submissive to go along with it. Not to 
                  mention it would be ludicrous to complain about too much. But 
                  somehow, something is missing and I'm not sure what that something 
                  is. There are touches of bondage, pain, control, but all hesitating, 
                  not followed through to someplace where I might forget myself. 
                  Never beyond lighthearted. There is more, but he's not there 
                  yet.
                Rough sex can morph 
                  into BDSM, but where does one become the other? Fuzzy, very 
                  fuzzy. A novice or an intermediate? Depends on who's doing the 
                  measuring. A dominant Dominant or a submissive Dominant? Both 
                  or neither in the novice explorer. Is pleasure enough? No, not 
                  enough.
                What is refreshing 
                  about Jeremy is that he is joyful and unfettered by "shoulds." 
                  He is a welcome change from some of the lifestyle folk who take 
                  BDSM so darn seriously. Together we gossip, we tickle, we giggle. 
                  Yes, we fuck. A lot. 
                Jeremy has no philosophy, 
                  no construct, no style. Not yet. Rather, he is present and rapt 
                  with passion. He kisses me impulsively, slides his hand into 
                  me, leaves me breathless. Maybe not BDSM, but enough to take 
                  him as my lover this weekend, and maybe longer. 
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                Sensuous 
                  Sadie is a BDSM columnist and edits SCENEsubmissions, a free 
                  e-newsletter for the New England area and beyond. She is the 
                  founder and leader (1999 - 2001) of Rose & Thorn, Vermont's 
                  first BDSM group. Comments, compliments and complaints, as well 
                  as requests for reprinting can be addressed to her at SensuousSadie@aol.com 
                  or visit her website at www.sensuoussadie.com. Sadie believes 
                  that the universe is abundant, and that sharing information 
                  freely is part of this abundance, so she allows reprints of 
                  her writing in most venues.
                Copyright 
                  2002.