I’m not going to date someone who isn’t brimming with kinky desire. I’ve tried it, and I end up feeling hollow, empty and sad. It just doesn’t work for me. It’s not that sex always has to be kinky- I still very much enjoy vanilla sex- but I seem need regular doses of kink. First... Continue Reading →
Kink peels back my defenses
I'm learning to be me. Sometimes it's really hard: to say yes when no tumbles out automatically; to give an honest answer when someone asks me how I am; to ask for what I want when it goes so completely against my grain to do so. Kink seems to provide a surprisingly helpful place for... Continue Reading →
Nobody would ever guess…
Nobody would ever guess. I'm a kind and gentle mumsy type. I spend my afternoons playing pirates in the park and my evenings picking play dough out of the sofa. I'm caring and cuddly and I've always felt that I give off quite a 'non-sexual' vibe. No-one would have the slightest clue at the sexual... Continue Reading →
Sweet relief
Before the door closed behind him, Adam was undoing his trousers and instructing me to suck his cock. Soon he was telling me to masturbate for him, and it wasn't long before he was fucking me with a dildo, enjoying the view: sharply spanking my clit if I made too much noise, his other hand... Continue Reading →
The journey begins…
Up until 2 years ago, I’d only really had 2 sexual encounters. George and I took each others’ cherries and were inseparable for 2 years during sixth form, until university separated us by 232 miles. Then I met James. Our eyes met across a beach at low tide on a first year field trip and... Continue Reading →