the kink monologues

A Story with No Purpose, Part III

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When he approaches me, I am already spacey and sad. I’m watching to make sure my friend doesn’t get kidnapped from the play party. It’s her first public scene, and we’ve decided it’s best she be tied up and beaten to tears with a coal shovel where I can see her. For safety’s sake.

The first time he approached, I made eye contact. He wants me to top him, and I turn him down in the regretful tones that women use to avoid being murdered. Ever helpful, he offers to come by again later.

Later arrives, and I don’t even look up from her scene to reject him. He lingers, making conversation with himself. “Black pussy tastes so much better than white pussy,” he says, as though it’s a compliment. He leaves shortly afterward. He does not give his comment a second thought.

I will think about this exchange every time I consider topping.

A Story with No Purpose, Part II

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Last week, I attend a workshop. I’m acquainted with the volunteer who is signing me in: a bit of a brat, enjoys villain play and chocolate, orgasms adorably. None of these details hold any relevance, but the intimacies exist.

I doubt they know my name. And at the moment, they need my membership card.

Before I can provide it, three people hug me from behind. We’re acquainted. Each has used their cock on me in the past, and even now–long after–they’re smiling at me. It’s been a pleasure. We exchange greetings, promptly followed by rushed negotiations. It’s been a pleasure.

I am wearing too much lipstick. It is the best lipstick I have ever done. Later, I kiss it off in front of everyone in attendance. A pleasure.

A Story with No Purpose, Part I

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I went to my first kink event over two years ago: an introductory flogging workshop. I went with a close friend. Each flogger was described and passed around the room. As we held them, testing the sensations against our own thighs and arms, we repeatedly made eye contact.

Yes, I said wordlessly. I have not been pretending.
This is me.

You’re only a year older than me and so much farther in your progression down the rabbit hole 🙊

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anewsubstory:

ok, slight tangent and I know you’re not talkin about all this, but I have thoughts on this.

Till really recently I called it a rabbit hole too.  In some ways it is, but I’ve started seeing it as more of a magical, downward sloping maze.  Not as catchy, I know. But the thing is, down is not the only direction.  

It is true that the more you explore, the deeper and darker it can get.  But I’ve found that, in a long term relationship, you find things shift and change in ways you don’t expect.  I’ve seen the same person as my Sir, Daddy, Master, cuddly best friend, whatever.  And I’ve seen myself as a little girl, slut, it, princess, smoking hot woman, dirty little cunt.  You’re always turning corners, some more intense than others, and yes sometimes you do make a full u-turn and your relationship is so cuddly and sweet and gentle that it’s practically vanilla. But you’re still the same people with the same interests.  Vanilla and kinky are not polar opposites, with ‘nilla above ground and kinky down in the dark dirt.  You’re a dynamic, multidimensional, always changing individual, taking the most incredible journey around this maze that literally never ends.  There’s no need to stick to one single thing and stunt your personal growth by only looking down one road.

Here’s to the people who…

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lesbians-run-the-world:

quidditchconsent:

… Ask “can I kiss you?” or lean in halfway and then wait for you to close the gap.

… Tap the item of clothing and check to see if you’re okay removing it.

… Respect your boundaries *without* pointing out how “nice” and “patient” they’re being and how very hard they’re struggling to be okay with it.

… Surprise you with kisses *only after* you’ve told them how much you enjoy getting surprise kisses from them.

… Remember where you don’t like to be touched.

… Appreciate your body as it is and when it changes.

… Communicate before, during, and after intimacy.

Here’s to the people who make consent a natural part of relationships, as it should be.

This is so important 

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nymphoninjas:

Most of my kinks are unexplored still but I’ve learned that there is no hurry. Especially because I’m in a long distance relationship where we have a chance to meet up only a handful of times a year. Just sharing our life together when we can becomes more important than exploring our kinks – although we do explore them too, just not as often as I once imagined we would. 

Having a kinky side is a big step for me as an abuse survivor. I feel empowered sexually and it makes me incredibly happy to know that I am healthy sexually, even if I still struggle with my mental health. 

As for my submission, it relates to my kinks only vaguely. One of my kinks is definitely exhibitionism. There is something rather arousing in being seen having sex or masturbating. One of the most memorable summers my partner and I had together was camping in the archipelago and having loud, passionate sex in the tent while knowing there’s people walking past our camping spot. I also fondly remember there being many times where I seduced my partner at a time where we did not have real privacy as there was someone in the next room etc. It drives me wild knowing someone will hear, even see.

Leliana

Thank you for sharing your story of bravery and recovery and I’m very happy to read you’ve progressed so far and are now in a happy and healthy relationship with your partner and yourself. I think the most common kink for everyone on SS is exhibitionism, and many of us can relate to the thrill of potentially being seen and heard by others during a moment of passion. Your photo is really beautiful and the lighting and colours are soft and soothing.

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switchette:

So this is where I’m at.

Still fucking toppyturnt as fuck. I just want to deny someone repeatedly while laughing directly into their face as they struggle to appropriately process the sexual torment I allow them to experience is that so much to ask?

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I’m socially conditioned to be awful at this, but I’m slowly breaking down the barriers. Thank god I have good role models around me to show me how it’s done.

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So this is where I’m at.