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Someone asked me recently to write about how kink affected my life.for a minute I didn't know what to say.i haven't really faced criticism regarding my sexual choices and I am not an activist. Whatever I do, I do behind closed doors and I have never really needed to justify my choices to anyone..
At times I question myself. Why am I here? At times, I want to quit this life of kinky desires and be a normal, regular woman. A woman who abides by the social norms of marriage, procreation, death, and life!
And then he walked in.
My younger self was always fascinated by the idea of princess and her magnanimous castle. The delusion broke when the walls started to become visible, when my parents stuffed their orthodox believes in the toys which replaced pillows and still bear the weight of my tears. It was a submission I loathed along with the mathematical equations.
My sexual explorations led me to someplace new. A few days ago I came across a sweet Indian couple who were looking to spice up their sex life with another male. After being in an amazing session with them I realized there is more to my bi-curiosity, than I had earlier thought to be.
There are plenty of people out there who have no idea that the kink world even has systems for creating and devising consent - all they have is that basic fantasy - "I become someone's total slave and they do these cool things and I love it" - because that's what we hear in some literature and some porn.