by FranckStunn
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by FranckStunn
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Some experiences of sensual sessions with Franck, based on his sensual shibari, Yukimura style and Karada-Ki style.
Session with E.
“The silence, the calm you exuded and my impatient waiting increased the tension before even a rope was used. Slowly, silently, you come closer, even closer and you touch me softly. A shiver passes through me. Another short pause. You sat behind me and your arms slid around my shoulders, took my hands and we melted together intimately. I experience an intimate greeting, an acquaintance without words but with depth and emotion. I feel your energy, I feel the exchange, it is very pleasant.
Little touches, rope sliding, feeling your breath is close to me. I feel everything so intense, so pure and so overwhelming.
I let go, I surrender completely to you, to your ropes and to your intentional actions.
As if floating, you tie me down, I feel my body gliding to the side and you bring me deeper and deeper into ecstasy. Part erotic part sensual and very sweet.
The rest is hard to describe, soft and harder touches, unexpected shaming that is both a little humiliating and very arousing. Everything comes together as I am carried by rope and emotions.
Never before have I been allowed to experience anything so deep, so intense, so soothing but also full of opposite stimuli that provided everything even more.
Thank you Frank for this wonderful session.”
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Session with Inaya;
“A shibari session for me is about connection. With the right connection, it can evoque a thousand of different emotions.
During a sensual, close and connective session with FranckStunn, a very special range of emotions flood me. How he connect with me during the start of the session, brings me in a very receptive state of mind.
All my senses are triggered and opened up. Every slight touch gives me shivers. The different range of intensity in how he handles my body brings me on the edge, longing and desiring for more.
And then there is my mind… The mental game in which he can make me feel shy, ashamed, sensual, beautiful, horny and dirty all in once.
Sometimes people ask me how it’s possible that I can still feel shame and shyness, being the exhibitionist that I am. That’s the power of this type of shibari. The shame, the shyness doesn’t lie in the bluntly posing naked. No, it’s about really triggering those emotions by subtle, little gestures. About sliding my panties a little bit aside… making it impossible to hide my excitement anymore. About his gaze…making me feel very aware of what he notices.
About us in this amazing story we create together.
Thank you Franck for such an intimate and emotional rope“
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Session with K.
“When your preparations were done and you moved closer to start the session, I felt my surrender come effortlessly. Like any session, everything starts with touches and a good kiss. You gave me a tight crotchrope that felt very pleasant and made me think of Tenshiko and Kirigami’s inspiring performance, where her entire balance depended on the crotchrope serving as a support while she was stepping on her toes.
The ropes around me were not complex, but every rope that was laid was placed full of intention. Through every rope, word, caress, kiss,… flowed sensuality and eroticism. Until after a while I was sitting with my arms up and legs low to the ground against the hashira, balancing on my shin. We stayed close to the ground this session but despite that not limited. In some positions you gave me a lot of light struggles with imbalance, eventually all my limbs were up and down and there was a lot of energy for each other.
During the play everything felt slow yet dynamic, everything felt just you and me, the world and the music of Peach Pit far in the background.”
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Session with QT;
By the time I am in the room that will be the stage for my gentle ruin, I am already shivering. You have not touched me yet, but my skin holds the memory of your fingers, warm and vital. Even here, kneeling and waiting, I am yours. I am yours before you make it so with rope and hands and teeth and caresses. I am yours because the look in your eyes tells me I am. I am yours because I want to be — at least until the last of your ropes leaves me and I must return to myself.
You move in the shadows, hidden in the places I cannot quite see. You are adjusting wires, maybe, or checking the camera, but the tension that drips down my body like honey tells me a different story. You are waiting. Toying with me. Hunting. Eager for the moment I relax, believing myself to be safe. In that moment of peace, you will come to me with chaos in your eyes.
I always expect it to begin with violence — the violence I know that will come later — but it rarely does. No, you want to watch me melt. You want to see me unravel like a length of rope in a mess on your floor. Only when I am soft and pliable, when my body needs yours and cannot distinguish between violence and tenderness, will you give me every sensation I desire. Until then you will find pleasure in taking my sanity apart.
You approach and my heart quickens, my breaths coming in short gasps as your fingers brush my collarbone. They trace a line down my chest, stopping at the dip between my breasts. I feel your eyes on me, watching for any signs of resistance or fear. But there is none. I have waited kneeling for too long. All I feel is need.
And so it begins.
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