Content Warning: The title says it all. Contains strong theme of blood and enjoyment of it, including images showing small amounts of blood.
Not all of the kinks I’m going to discuss for ‘That’s My Kink‘ are going to be kinks I’ve played with a lot. In fact some I haven’t managed to dabble in at all yet. Bloodplay crept into our scenes this year and therefore falls into the not played with a lot category.
I watch as the chilled wine splashes into a large wine glass, his hand then sliding the glass towards me across the smooth marble kitchen top.
I raise the glass to my lips and I down it in one. It’s not the way I imagine he expected me to drink it, but sipping means conversation and conversation isn’t what I came for.
I move around the large island in the centre of the kitchen, my hand trailing along the cool marble beneath my fingertips. When I reach him his eyes are fixed on me, his own wine glass halfway to his lips, my behaviour having stopped him in his tracks.
I had multiple ideas for the before and after prompt. Some fictional. Some fact, some sexy, some not. Most of the ones based on personal experiences are long since past, while the after maybe still remain in my life in terms of being part of my life experience it isn’t ongoing as such. Then I was lost down a rabbit hole of music on YouTube and Spotify and I came across a song that got me thinking about before and after where the after is still very much my present and I decided that should be my post for this week.
It’s factual. It’s honest. It’s emotional. It’s lovey-dovey and it’s a lot of things I never really take the time to say, to myself or anyone else.
I slipped inside of her, like a hot knife through butter. I’d tied her up, fucked around with her, ignored her, treated her like an object and she’d got so wet I could see her juices dripping down towards her arse. When I finally let her come I realised I still wasn’t done with her.
I wanted to fuck her like the greedy little slut she was always so good at being. Her cunt always ready, her filthy little mouth eager to be fucked, and even when I’d had my way with her she’d nuzzle against me, into my neck, against my cock, my feet, essentially anywhere she could reach. Trying to entice a little more action out of me.
Today she had her orders, I’d counted her down to her orgasm, and now she had to count up. How many orgasms could she had while I was pounding her cunt with my cock!
Brigit Delaney has started an Erotic Journal Challenge on her blog and when I saw her first prompt was ‘Sensuality (The Five Senses)’ I instantly knew what I want to write about. I also decided that I would approach these posts with a more journal entry style. Which means I might not endeavour to make them as informative as I would do other posts, because by and large they will be reflective of my thoughts and feelings, so I’m going to let myself be a little more haphazard with the content. If however, you see anything you would like clarification or further information on please do get in touch.
When you tell people you are into BDSM and specifically Female Domination they almost always assume the same thing; that you’re a ballbusting bitch who isn’t happy until she’s made every man she meets cry and whimper in agony and submission. Even the submissives who do approach me, want me to be that person. They assume that all I want to do is ‘things’ to submissive men, those things usually involve denying them, hurting them and generally treating them like worthless pieces of crap.
Don’t get me wrong, I used words in the above paragraph that definitely do feature in why I love FemDom, but there is so much more to what I love about kink in general, but FemDom specifically.
It’s the first #SoSS of the year, that’s right, we’re still being shadowbanned and silenced because we’re just too damn sexy for the rule makers of social media. Which means we need to promote each other and make sure our posts are being seen. If you’ve never joined in before then maybe 2019 is the perfect time to change that. Some of share weekly, some monthly and some as and when we can. There is no right or wrong.
With the grumble over, let the sexy commence. Here are six blog posts that caught my eye this week and you should all read them immediately.