When I saw the Kink of The Week was risky sex I immediately got excited, then I realised I probably don’t have much risky sex and felt a bit deflated. When I sat and pondered my reactions I realised a two things:
I assumed in my own mind risky sex alluded to things like getting caught
I assumed sex referred to traditional sexual activity
This was daft because the actually Kink of the Week post included much more that as as inspiration, but I guess my mind was just having a silly pickle moment. It was those assumptions though that left me feeling like this wasn’t a topic for me. While I do enjoy sexual activity in my sexy times, it isn’t always our primary focus when compared to kink activities and it is very rare that it is non-kinky sex. We also don’t engage outdoor sex or any risk associated with getting caught. This is not a reflection on our feelings surrounding other people doing it. It just doesn’t get us off.
All sorts of clothes make me feel sexy. Latex is a big one for me, there is so much about why I love it that it would be a blog post all on its own. However Latex isn’t the most practical of sexy clothing so I do were a lot of lace, fishnet and leather. High heels are another instant win in terms of feeling sexy. The right heels, a good set of underwear and a nice pair of fishnets would definitely push all of my feeling sexy buttons.
I love women. Well I love all genders, but this post is specifically about women. But I promise I’m not leaving the rest of you out. You will get your post another day.
Growing up I really struggled to make friends with or maintain friendships with other girls. There was always an underlying feeling of competition and bitchiness that I found very hard and had no desire to participate in. When I joined the kink scene it was with the same level of hesitancy about forming female friendships.
When it comes to kink, the friendships I have formed have been far more intimate and rewarding than any non-kink friendship I have ever had. I have friends I play with, from chaste kisses to full sex, both may or may not be accompanied by all manner of kinky joys. While to the non-kink world these encounters would move things from friendship into something else, for me this is what friendship sometimes looks like within the kink community.
Hi, my name’s Floss and I love handjobs. That is giving them. I don’t have a cock to receive them. Well that’s a lie, I do have a cock, it’s made of purple silicone but what that enjoys is a blog post for another day.
So back to the matter at hand (pun absolutely intended). Handjobs. I’ve always been partial to a handjob but have always had partners who were ambivalent about them or just didn’t see the point, mostly in the non-kink days of life, so I guess they were always aiming for the gold standard in non-kink sex of actually ‘doing it’. Alas, my handjob desires went unfulfilled. Isn’t that the saddest thing you’ve ever heard. Truly tragic.
Fear not though reader, do not shed those tears of sorrow for my poor handjobless hand. For I have found a willing participant and he is kind of heart and his willy is hard, a combination that means my desire to give handjobs and cause jizz explosions can finally be realised. It is quite literally, a dirty dream come true.
So the weekend has been and gone, and not being one to kiss and tell, you are not getting all the gory details (sorry folks, my erotica can totally be used for wank fodder though, so go here for that), however it’s probably obvious my hand might have got in on the action. Today is now Monday and the muscle ache in my thumb and hand that began in the early hours of Sunday morning still remains.
Now the questions I have been asking myself are:
Was the hard-on so hard that it has bruised my hand? (If so, holy fuck that’s hot)
Or have I got RSI from vigorous and repetitive handjob action? (I only have myself to blame for being a big tease if so!)
I don’t think I will ever know for sure, and I may have to rest my right hand while it recovers. Don’t panic though peeps, I can totally do lefty handjobs while righty rests. In fact, maybe this is an excellent opportunity to develop a higher level of handjob ambidextrousness and hope that in the process hope I don’t get handjob RSI in the other hand too. Although if that happens I guess I could just use my feet, but again we have hit upon a topic for another day.