Aedan D. O'Healy, Question time

Question Time for Aedan – as requested by Pixie and the girls… what have I gotten myself into?

Pixie has been asking me for this for some time and I finally relented and decided to draft up, what is sure to be entertaining if nothing else. I want to start by saying shite, what the hell did I agree to? 🙂 Here they are…enjoy ~Aedan

Questions:

  1. Sub, Dom, Switch and why? 
    I, Aedan Dorin O’Healy am a switch. I have been for a long time now, although I only recently started to let the submissive side come out. I am more Dom than anything else, but sometimes it’s nice to be blindfolded and leave yourself in someone else’s loving hands… or mouth. I’ve always been a Dom throughout most of life. Certainly work and during times of high stress or needs for a lot of action and assertiveness. As my boss tells me, ‘you don’t lack for balls or courage, crazy Irish bastard’. After my first real relationship, I had to take a submissive role to the woman I was with. Ten years of being treated like that made me stash that side of me away, not knowing I was able to play both roles without fear.
  2. What 5 labels would you give your kinky self.
    Labels are difficult but here goes… Creative, Sensual, Perverted, Romantic and Curious – all of these describe my kinky self and my ‘has to go to work and pretend to be like everyone else’ self. 
  3. Describe yourself in 10 words.
    Built, fierce, chivalrous, eager, intense, caring, funny, seductive, unwavering, self-aware
  4. Tell me about the best fuck you’ve ever had?
    The best fuck – that’s interesting. I’d like to amend this to the best fuck I’ve ever had so far. It was on the roof of the building I was working at in Long Island many years ago. What started as an innocent game  of “things that have happened to everyone” at a restaurant with co-workers and a level of astonishment from one particular woman who had a thing for me, turned into a 3-hour fuckfest in several offices, up a flight of stairs to the roof and ended with mind-blowing sex overlooking NYC. The details of which can certainly be given, if interested.
  5.  Worst sex you ever had?
    This is easy – my first wife. Didn’t like cock, hated me and thought she was far too busy to be intimate. Worst six years of my life. Luckily, we only had it a few times because I was always made to sleep on the couch. Small favors, I guess…
  6. Oral sex, boobie fuck or hand job?
    Yes 🙂 I am a huge fan of long, slow deep blowjobs and spending hours with my head between your legs proving the human tongue can do many amazing things 😉 That’s not to say I don’t love boobie fucking #titsrule! and nothing welcomes you back home like a random, unasked for handjob while trying to attending a meeting, eat dinner or wash the dishes. I can’t say I like anyone more than the other but if I had to pick, it would be oral sex. 
  7. What’s your idea of heaven and your idea of hell?
    Heaven – simple enough! Spending the rest of my life with the woman/en I love, raising a family and never feeling like passion is something that has to cool off or go away over time. Passion only dies when you let it. Hell is just that, a relationship where only one side feels it and you spend your time doubting, wondering or just being miserable. Nothing sounds worse to me than that. 
  8. Top 5 sexual positions and why you like them?
    I don’t know if I have just five lol. I’m a big fan of a good standing fuck, collapsed on an over-sized chair and pretty much any position that involves a “69”. I have been a bit sheltered when it comes to sexual exploration due to the woman I married. Creativity wasn’t rewarded in that relationship. I am open to suggestions though from anyone reading this 😉 
  9. 5 kinks you want to try and why?
    Is there a list somewhere I can order from? seriously. I’d like to try them all because I never have… or at least have an option to try them out before I draft my list of just five. 
  10. Idea of a perfect date?
    It would have to be something where money is no object and the evening spins out from a single kiss into an overnight whirlwind of each sense and sensation. A date that went from New York to Cuba – dancing, a lovely dinner, shopping for clothes that would fit in inside a kiny club and then a flight to Miami to walk the beaches at sunrise. I’d be just as enticed to say a date in the woods, back-country in a truck and finding a secluded spot to spend the night playing guitar, dancing and making love. I don’t really think the ‘what and how much’ of a perfect date means as much as the time you have with the person you’re with. 

I want to say thank you to Pixie and the girls for asking these questions. It was fun answering them. I realize as I read back my answers that I have way more complexity in life than I ever thought so feel free to ask more or message me for a chat.

Cheers

Aedan is a Dom writer or sex, sin and seduction. Engineer by day, future porn star by night. Divorced and slightly damaged, he wears his heart on his sleeve but is always looking on the bright side, assuming he can find one. Aedan writes for several on-line blogs, has three novels ready for publication and is working on finding the true meaning and beauty in a D/s relationship. He is currently unattached and can be found wearing his super-hero cape trying to save the day (even if the day doesn’t always need saving). Connect with Aedan on Twitter or stop by Aedan’s Domain for a read of poetry, kiny and lust served up, fresh, hot and wet. 

Aedan D. O'Healy, From the heart

I watch you…..

I watch you…
Each finger first unbuttons, then unzips, slowly applying pressure to fabric
Looking up, a blaze of red blushing cheeks and eyes, giggling…

I watch you…

Each finger first unbuttons, then unzips, slowly applying pressure to fabric
Looking up, a blaze of red blushing cheeks and eyes, giggling…
My heart beat races and I force myself to slow it down
You always giggle. It is one of those things I love the most. Not beautiful body, but ageless spirit
Removing the days wears from your sore overworked self,

I watch you…

To see each curve, each line; so perfect it makes me imagine
I see the pants, once tight and becoming curving against cheeks
Now being thrown it a corner, forgotten in a basket of other forgotten things.
Sad, but I know if I prowl out from where I perch, they will smell like your perfume and feel warm to the touch…
For a moment they will still mimic the beautiful woman that wore them

I turn back, sensing rather than seeing movement; to the uppers now
Seeing the flat of your stomach, sexy,

I watch you…

exposed to me and exciting, that feeling begins to pulse within me
The hunter is coming out
Arms are over your head and giggle, again
I crawl up to the spot on the bed closest to you
Slinking, stalking your scent, your radiance,

I watch you…

Blowing on your skin, moving upward from china white belly to red lace
Enjoying each goose bump as it stands up on your skin

Now I am the hunter and you, my only desire
As the sweater comes off, exposing your shoulders
the silky white creamy skin, smelling of roses
tasting of your days exhaustions and excitations, still,

I watch you…

Waiting for my moment to pounce
To reveal my hiding place within your presence
Your hair falling all to hell in your face
you are stunningly beautiful in all ways.
You look at me and giggle
as your hands runs over your breasts
down your tummy and your fingers find a place in your red lace panties. Oh, How

I watch you..

Pleasure yourself slightly, all for my pleasure
Your fingers are playing along that sensitive spot that I love to place my tongue
you look up tip of your tongue playing the corner of your mouth
playing at driving me crazy

The game is on and the hunter is hungry
Playing for keeps. You are pure sex to me.. Love, unconditional
You run your fingers into your arousal and pull them out
one for you and one in my mouth
I drool and suck it hard.
I have tasted what I want and it will be Mine

I watch you…

Up on all fours, I come
Stalking you in the sheets and the pillows of this love nest
Disarray that may work to my advantage tonight
Growling, I may yet have you and keep you, tasting your every gift…

You pat my head and walk out of reach but my hands grab you
and you turn, not taking hand off ass
firm and lovely

You give me the ‘hands off’ look with a gentle smile, recounting “I would just watch you”
Defeated, I comply with your wish, as I always do
dressing slowly, revolvingly around the spot were you stand
One finger in your mouth, one in mine…And, as usual
I watch you