I 'found' kink (normal people find god, LOL) when I was 28. It was damn funny. Most have some dramatic story about struggling to hide and feeling like a freak...for me...lol. Just funny...
Living with a bf when I was 28. We were having sex one night and I asked him to fuck me harder. He does, I realize this is hot, so I told him harder and harder again...He's fucking me so hard he actually fucked me off the matress...
Two nights laters...we are having sex, I get to tell him hard like before but I also want my hair pulled. Not sure why, just do. I went to sleep, happy.
Next night, yup, we are rabbits, sex again, haha. This time though...He's got fingers in me, 1, then 2...I'm begging a 3rd, a 4th...He has bigs hands, he's like "Doesn't this hurt?" He's worried. I'm like "oh it hurts"...moan, groan "And DON'T you dare stop"
So next morning...I wake up...having a coffee, sitting at the computer..mind runs over last night and what happened then it wanders to the previous 2 times..and I have a thought:
"What's up with me and fucking latey??"
Yup..that's the story...no drama...just fall off a mattress, loose some hair, throw in a touch of vaginal stretching and POOF, "Well shit, seems I'm something called a 'kinkster'."
Hail Google...
Needless to say I've explored, chatted and asked a lot of questions over the years...This wasn't yesterday, don't worry. |