Just how kinky is your kink?

I prefer being bent over and paddled

 

I was pretty open to things; most always MF encounters..
I liked having hot candle wax dripped on my cock & balls.. nipples too.. sometimes, the ladies wanted it on their clit followed by an ice cube..

it sounds worse than it is.. pain is sharp but transient.. no burns..

I would NEVER submit to being shackled..
with a stranger? really?? how would I know if they're a whack-job?? scary enough wondering if they'll razor-blade my throat when I'm sleeping..

but sex drive in early 20s does lead to some risky behavior..

a few of the guys I bedded wanted to drink my piss.. hell, I wasn't particular about where I pissed..

in '74 my friend and I picked up a pair of ladies at the OAR HOUSE in Ocean Park (between Santa Monica & Venice in L.A.) I'd had tequila and Benzedrine.. I was flying.. horned up but unable to cum FOR HOURS.. The lady under me was in an almost perpetual orgasmic shudder.. There on my right, sitting on floor, was the other lady.. my buddy was crashed.. The girls started kissing and the one I was in needed a rest.. I didn't.. the second girl swapped places with her friend and I spent the next hour driving her nuts as well..

Life was a lot of fun when 22-24 years old..

 

Many years ago, my favourite costume party dress-up was as a woman, red bob wig, little black dress, stockings and heels and, according to my friends was extremely passable as such. At one such party, I attracted the attention of a rather attractive black guy and I was crazy enough to go back to his hotel room with him and his friend. That was my first experience with black cocks and the first time I picked any guy up in that manner ..... but not the last!

 

My kink is pretty unique, or at least there is not much mention of it from what I can find. I'm completely captivated by women with gorgeous, large hands. Think Jennifer Garner, Scarlett Johansson, that whole vibe. I'm average size but have relatively petite hands, so there's probably some weird power dynamic at play. The thing I love most is comparing hands with other women, which I realize sounds totally strange. My boyfriend's noticed my browser history is basically a shrine to actresses with big hands, he thinks it's hilarious. I'll find any excuse to measure my hand against a friend's, feeling that little jolt when theirs dwarfs mine. It's not purely about size; it's the elegance, the way they gesture and take up space. Sometimes during sex, my boyfriend will hold both my wrists in one hand, and I swear it's the big-handed women I imagine doing it that really gets me off. SO WEIRD I KNOW!