I think one of the first things people ask, or assume when they find out I do the kink thing is if I'm into bondage. And, it's kind of hard to explain to people. Sure, I'm into it. There's a lot of fun to it, serves great utility, and can be great for disciplinary purposes. However, it's not something I really crave ever. I often joke that I'm too impatient for it, and it's more true than people realize. If I'm gonna get beaten up, slap some cuffs on me to get my hands out of the way, or just skip it and start beating me up. Instead of some elaborate tie to keep me on the bed while fucking, I'd rather be pinned down so hard my arms bruise. And, honestly, I find it distracting. I move around a lot. I'm very wriggly, and snuggle in while being beaten. I grab my partner a lot during sex, and want to grope all over them. While being beaten, if I can move to react, I can take more. Having to fight restraints and limit my movement means I c
My life is such an odd and surreal rollercoaster of kink, mischief, body modification and wonderment. Read along, and see the new pages of the journey that is my life, with all the sex, trouble, friends, family, pain, and adventure.