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30 Days of Kink: List your kinks.

September 2nd, 2010 Leave a comment Go to comments

30 Days of Kink

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So this is totally a cop out, but at least I’m honest.  Being faced with no post at all on Monday, and the possibility of not getting another post done today, I gave in to the temptation known as “journal prompt”.  However! Imma try to expand a little on my kinks, rather than just listing them.

Cause I’m way cooler than Cinnamon.

Ahem.  What I meant to say, was… Ah fuck it

Control. There’s nothing like it.  The rush I get handing over the reins to control of my body.  I feel like a dog standing on a toolbox in the back of a pickup truck doin’ 90 round the corner just trying to hang on for dear life. And I like that feeling.

Edge play. There really isn’t much I won’t do.  With M.  There really isn’t much I won’t do WITH M.  Joe Schmoe by the jukebox telling me to get my ass in chains so he can cut me can suck my silicone dick.  All of them, if he’d like.  But I’ll let M lead me to slaughter, if it makes His cock hard.  And leave a trail of pussy goo in my wake.

Of course, that means if M told me to let Joe Schmoe by the jukebox lead me to slaughter cause it’ll get His cock hard, I’ll do it.  And leave a trail of pussy goo in my wake.  But that’s just another form of edge play, in my book.

Pain. Duh? Doesn’t matter if it hurts too much.  Doesn’t matter if I’ve screamed till I have no voice, begged till I ran out of words, and cried till the river runs dry.  But it better not feel like a mosquito bite.  I might decide to show you what pain is.  And you don’t want me to do that.  The next person I have all tied up waiting for me to beat them is going to have to be a pretty extreme masochist.  Cause I’ve got wicked plans for them. ~nods~

Sadism. I used to not think so.  I used to think sadism was purely for the dominant, and that co-topping was silly.  But these days?

These days I want a girly writhing in my chains, if only for a little while.  Matter of fact, especialy if it’s only for a little while.  Cause hell if I want the responsibility of owning someone.

Bondage. Any kind, really, but I prefer rope or leather restraints.

Rape play. Or force of any kind.  I like being made to do things that I normally wouldn’t do.

Over the knee spankings. There’s just something about M holding me over His knee and paddling my ass.  I can’t explain it.  It’s not really the daddy/little girl factor. Maybe it’s the intimacy? I dunno.

Breathe play. I don’t like not being able to breathe.  That part drives me nuts.  It’s having someone take control over my ability to draw a breath that turns me on.

Consent to nonconsent. To me, this isn’t about saying, “Do with me as you will.”  It’s about knowing that if I say no, I’ll be ignored.  I can’t even begin to explain what that does to me.

There’s probably more, but off the top of my head, this is it.

  1. September 2nd, 2010 at 20:05 | #1

    Well, I guess you’re just top shit now, lady! Lmao, I shoulda done the same thing, but I like to keep them guessing!

  2. September 2nd, 2010 at 20:07 | #2

    @cinnamon Lol. When it comes to me and you, I’ll always be top shit. 😛 (Not really, but a girl can pretend, right?)

  1. September 2nd, 2010 at 19:59 | #1

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