spreading the legs


Opening your legs is one of the most vulnerable things a woman can do. It gives access to areas of her body where she’s most sensitive, most vulnerable. Done right, the simple act of getting those legs open for the first time can be a huge turn on in and of itself.

The most basic is opening my legs myself, freely given, without any prompting other than maybe fingers wandering down my belly. For me, if the man is watching me while I do it, the turn on factor goes from a 1 to a 3 (scale of 1 to 10).

Hmm, exhibitionist, who me?

Being told to open my legs for a man, while he watches, turns up the wow factor considerably. Bumps it up to a 5 or 6. Bonus points for being given specific instructions — slowly, or with your knees bent, or something else that exposes me to his gaze.

Little subbie girls love orders. This subbie girl in particular, especially if it’s said all firm and in-controlly. [shiver]

But having my legs forced open is the most arousing of all – particularly if I can struggle a little in the process. Or struggle a lot, for that matter. This boosts the pleasure and arousal factor up to at least an 8 or more.

However, force is definitely what you’d call an advanced move. Force me too early, or when I’m not in the mood, or when I’m not aroused enough, and obviously the reaction we all hope for just doesn’t happen. Luckily, my man is one hell of a mind reader most days and seems to time his force just perfectly. He doesn’t hate when I struggle against him; quite the opposite, it’s a powerful turn on for both of us. Him, because he has something to work against – and me, because I can satisfy all that primal “good girl” stuff with a good struggle, and still give in and have mindshattering sex because I’ve been “forced”.

You know, I used to struggle with those concepts a lot. Feeling that perhaps I was strange, or in need of serious therapy, because I had these urges – both to be a “good girl”, and to be forced to overcome it. But in the last few years I’ve grown much more comfortable with my psyche and my sex drives (not that I was ever terribly un-comfortable, if you know what I mean). I don’t feel weird about it any longer.

[shrugs] It’s part of my makeup, whether I like it or not. It excites me, and my partner, very powerfully. So rather than stress about it, we choose to not just live with it but embrace it and use it to drive each other even higher.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go spread my legs again. Wanna watch? 😉

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Vikki McKay


  • I’ll have to agree that spreading my legs for a man (OR a woman) is a fantastic experience for me. At times I agree that it can be vulnerable for me, which is part of the allure. There is something about surrendering myself to a man in that way. I love it when a man TELLS me to spread my legs or puts his hands on my knees and spreads them himself. I relish the times I’ve been spread wide for someone, knees up to my ears, feet in the air, showing off my womanhood and anticipating what fate awaits me.
    I also think that spreading my legs can be empowering. At times I know that spreading my legs can get me what I want, physically, mentally and even financially. By simply spreading my legs for a man, I can get HIM to do what I want too!
    Thanks for sharing!

  • Thanks for the comments, Wifecapades! I’ve never “spread ’em” for a woman, but I can imagine the power dynamic would be there too. 😉

  • Hello!
    Fantastic blog – and I know what you mean about the specificness of the orders. Very very sexy.
    I’m now off to read the rest of your posts 🙂

  • This story reminds me of a something that happened to me.
    My wife and I had been on the lake all day with four other couples. It was dark and we were about to leave. My wife had taken off here swim suit and only had on a pull over cover up. She was in the car with the window down sitting up on the door. I was standing at the drivers door. One of my buddies walk over and shines a flashlight into the car from my side. No one really noticed or paid attention. I looked in to see what he was looking at. My wife was fanning her knee back and forth. Every time she spread them her shaved pussy was totally exposed.
    First time I had experienced watching someone else look at my wife’s pussy. It was quite a turn on and still gets me going when I think about it.
    P.S. Yeah, I wanna watch. LOL!!!

  • Oh yes, yes, I’m with you all the way! Having been conditioned as little girls to always keep our legs tight shut, I just love that thrilling rush of naughtiness that comes with spreading them wide, wide open. In fact I don’t think anything turns me on more than simply lying spread eagle on a bed, totally exposed to my partner, allowing him to watch my genitals slowly unfold themselves like a yawning fleshy chasm.
    Thanks for sharing. And I’d love to watch too!

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