I don’t know if I qualify as kinky. I don’t think about it much, to be honest. I mean, sure I like rough sex in the right context. Okay, actually I really love rough sex in the right context. And I just masturbated while watching Criminal Minds ((Which I feel is distinct from masturbating TO Criminal Minds, but still…), but I don’t know whether kinky is the right word or not. Some of you guys are definitely kinky, though, you magnificent creatures, you.
My girlfriend and her husband are having loud kinky sex in the next room, right this minute.
They took a break a few minutes ago, and asked me to bring them some water.
This is pretty great, I think. I’ve had threesomes with them before, and I’m sure I will again. But sometimes it’s just nice knowing that we’re all so comfortable with each other that they can ask me to fetch things for them while they’re fucking.
I always have a water bottle at the ready, but you can’t have a threesome with a water bottle.
Although you kind of can…
I’m currently in a happy triad with an adorable, inquisitive budding sadist girl and an awesome man (the first guy I’ve ever been in a relationship with) who makes me stupid in ways I hadn’t thought possible.
Thing is… The sex is incredible, the conversations fascinating and entertaining and fun. He reads me scary well, knows me too well for only having known each other four months.
I think I’m falling for him, well and truly, and am half terrified of this. I don’t do the forever thing I’ve barely done the relationhip thing, and it’s not really an option for us anyway.
I’m leavng this place in a few months, and am currently attempting to work out a way to deal with the possibility of sub frenzy after I go (did i mention the subby masochistic part?). I know he’ll try and help me work that out, we have a mutual friend that will be leaving with me and will probably be the one to help. But I have no idea how to have this conversation, deal with the emotions or gods forbid even tell him what I’m feeling for him. Let alone how to deal with the fact that I don’t feel near as strongly for the girl we’re seeing.
So basically you’re going to learn a fuckton from all this, is what I’m reading.
I love your blog! I love the sex positive writing and how inclusive you are. I just put myself out there where my sexuality is concerned. I decided to post on Craigslist for a dom. I mean, this is a huge step for me, having always been a goodie two shows, repressing my need for submission, bondage and spanking. I was impressed by the responses. I am just going to let things unfold. Take the necessary precautions and see where it goes!
::Internet high five:: for you! Because you are a boss to go after what you want like this.
I’m a young male who’s just getting into kink; a brief but intense relationship I was in with a delightfully masochistic young lady woke up my dormant love of handcuffs and painplay, and though I sort of banked those urges when we went our separate ways a couple of years ago, I’ve found them quickly starting to re-emerge over the last little while. At this point I’m more comfortable with my leanings towards BDSM than ever before, and while I’m not actively searching for a relationship right now, I’m getting a better and better idea of what it is I’ll be looking for when I start to do so.
But I still had to suppress an embarrassed chuckle when I found myself standing in front of the rack of canes at the local drugstore, eying them contemplatively. Too thick. . . too short. . . got weird feet on it. . . ooh, that looks interesting – no, too expensive. . . I think my mutterings may have worried the nice older gentleman standing next to me a little. Sorry, Gramps!
So I guess I don’t actually have much to confess, except that I’m gradually getting more and more comfortable with the kind of sex I want. And hey, by all means tell me if you have recommendations for a favorite impact toy, because my subconscious is apparently in the market!
Hey, everybody, suggest impact toys!
I want to become an advocate for BDSM to teach people that’s its perfectly normal if its done consensually but I haven’t come out to anybody but my boyfriend about my kinks.
Coming out is super personal, and I’m confident you’ll get there when the time is right.
When I was a kid, from a very very young age I was absurdly uncomfortable (irrationally angry, turning red, squirming in my seat) whenever anyone had the hiccups. This was a problem when watching a lot of cartoons, or even in middle school and high school when in a class I couldn’t leave…
Until I was a year into my first serious relationship, 19 years old, having just started to be sexual and FINALLY learning to identify my own desire and arousal. Then suddenly I realized that I hated the hiccups so much because I was insanely, uncontrollably turned on.
Uncontrollably turned on when my boyfriend gets hiccups after eating spicy food too quickly? Awesome. Uncontrollably turned on when drunk friends get them? Awesome deposit for the fantasy bank. Uncontrollably turned on when my parents, siblings or babysitting kids/preschool students get them? REALLY, REALLY NOT AWESOME.
It’s not like I am particularly drawn to the person who has the hiccups; when someone I don’t like or someone inappropriate for my attentions has them, I just ignore the arousal. But it’s still INCREDIBLY uncomfortable. I am so glad I don’t have a penis or this would be so much worse.
This was fascinating. That’s pretty much what I have to offer here.
Coming here now hurts.
I started reading here a couple of years ago and love the ConTues. I have, over and over again, typed into the comment box below your posts. But I leave before I hit submit.
I want to come out here about my poly and BDSM. I recognize a few of the people that comment here and I deeply long to be accepted by them, but I also know that they would recognize me and then this would be nothing but negative.
I think I need the therapy of talking to people and QP would be a fantastic place to do that. Unfortunately for me that wont work.
Thanks for listening QP. I wish I could trust enough to comment on your excellent posts.
I wish you felt free to comment here. I feel like I should point out the extreme “glass house” position of people who come and read and comment and confess on quizzical pussy. I mean, clearly there here for a reason too; I wonder why you’re so sure they’d judge you, but I don’t know your situation. All I can do is fervently hope that you find an outlet to talk about this stuff. My email address is here if you want it.
I started dating a good friend and a housemate of mine that I’ve been crushing on for about a year. About a month ago, I ended up telling him about the crushing and his immediate response (which was, btw, the most flattering thing that’s ever happened to me) was to offer to break up with his (now ex) girlfriend and start dating me. So he did, and we are and I lost my virginity two days later.
It was awesome :) He and I have always talked a lot about sex and about our mutual kinks, so I feel completely comfortable talking to him about pretty much anything. We’ve tried some light bondage already (we’re working our way up and I’m going to buy a pair of handcuffs soon), I’m learning to deep throat, he’s learning to talk dirty and let his dom side out. Anyway, it’s amazing and right now I have some lovely, tender bruises on my boobs and am a little sore in the best possible way from being bent in half and fucked into my bed. Just wanted to share that my life is awesome right now, even though the sex is distracting me from school a little bit.
::Internet high five::! I can’t even explain how much I love it when I get “my life is awesome right now” confessions, and I love the sheer variety of ways people find to make their lives awesome even more, if that’s possible.
Anyway, confess stuff.