26th April 2011
What does a kink mean to me? My kinks are things that turn me on, that make me wet, that make me growl and grumble and generally turn me into a slutty bitch. That doesn’t mean I HAVE to have them in order to be turned on. If you can’t get wet without the thought of someone rubbing your left elbow then that to me is a fetish not a kink.
What are my kinks? This is a question I have had to ponder a great deal. How can I make a list of something that is a constant discovery to me? Like most of my exploration of my kink/submission it is something that seems to continually shift and change as I gain new experiences and gather more information and so making a list feels to me a bit like I am saying I have found them all, it feels very restrictive in that respect.
So this is a list for now, and I mean right this very moment. I suspect if I wrote this list again in a month, or maybe 2 months or even a year’s time it would end up looking very different. I am sure many of the things would appear in some form or other, but I am also certain that there would be many new ones that had come to occupy a place in my kink.
I think this just about covers the big broad kinks but within each one there are so many smaller little nuances that I could list, I love anal play, I love to feel his hands on my neck, I love being pinned down and taken from behind, I love chains and ropes, I love the vampire gloves, I love begging (for mercy, too be allowed to cum, to be fucked) I love cleaning His cock with my mouth after he has fucked me, I love my glass dildo, I love sexy underwear, I love being commanded to cum, I love being kissed, I love my collar and most of all I love Him.
This post is part of The 30 Days Of Kink writing project