30 Posts of Kink – first kinky experience

Today’s topic is to write about my very first kinky experience, or if I haven’t had one, to write about one I’d like to have. I can speak to experience. I can’t remember my first one with the Husband, because we’ve been together for a very long time, almost half my life, and that’s a lot to think back on. I can remember my introduction to impact play with Pet, because that was very recently, so I’ll write on that.

We went to a party at a couple friend’s house at which “play” is accepted and often happens. The lady of the house, for lack of a better term, is an experienced kinkster and a skilled instructor. Pet asked her for some guidance and assistance, and she took us into a back room and had her service girl get out all of her impact play toys. She demonstrated them one by one, telling me about each one and how it feels to the bottom. After taking a few strikes of her own (on Pet), she handed the tool to me and encouraged me to try. I learned that night which tools I liked and didn’t like, and which tools Pet liked and didn’t.

That night was illuminating for me because I learned so much. It seems like a simple thing, the fact that this woman took a half hour out of her night to teach me, but my confidence grew and the things I learned have brought Pet and me closer together.

Do you have any kinky experiences to share?

30 posts of kink – Early experiences

What are some early experiences that hint at my kinkiness? It’s hard to separate this one out from the previous post, but I’ll do what I can to isolate one or two events.

My favorite story to tell in response to this question takes place when I was about seven or eight, I think. I’ve told this story so many times that I’m sure it’s not a surprise to those of you who know me in person, actually. I’m not sure why it comes up so often – maybe it’s the weird crowd I run with.

In any case, I remember being quite the rowdy tomboy as a child, and I was also a bit of a loner – not something that made for a lot of girl friends. I was a weird kid, basically. I was also bossy, which didn’t go well with my other personality traits, but serves me nicely nowadays.

I was at my babysitter’s house. We were playing a game based on the movie Sleeping Beauty. You know how kids do – lots of pretend play. I really wanted to be Prince, but since I’m a girl, I wasn’t allowed. I was given the role of Beauty, which I guess isn’t so bad, except in the part we were playing, Beauty was pretty useless. In fact, we were playing the big climactic scene where Beauty is tied up and Prince slays the dragon. (See why I wanted to be the prince?) I actually don’t remember anymore if Beauty was tied up in the movie. It’s been a very long time since I saw that particular Disney film. In any case, the boy playing Prince tied me to the banister and left me there to run off and slay the dragon. I wanted to be outraged, but the fact was, being tied up didn’t bother me so much. It wasn’t sexual to me, at least not at the time, but I felt a thrill, being tied up. Something exciting could happen at any moment. I didn’t mind being Beauty after all.

Now that I think of it, I should really have my characters tie each other up more often. What a basic kink to explore.

The other story isn’t so much a story as a personality trait. Remember when I mentioned that I was bossy? Well, I was. I liked to play pretend a lot (roleplay, to the grownups), and I liked to insist that people do exactly what I told them to do. Not just in the “Let’s play this game” kind of way, but more “You do this or else.” My ultimatums were pretty weak as a preteen, but to my grown up mind, looking back, the seeds of being a good, solidly bossy Domme are there. Too bad I’m not so great at tapping into that side of myself these days! It’s the life of a new found switch, I guess.

I can also remember early experiences with masturbation, though I didn’t recognize them as such. I was probably as young as six (maybe younger, I’m not sure) when I started touching myself, knowing it felt good but not knowing why or what that meant.

So those are basically my earliest sexual and kinky experiences in a nutshell. Anything you’d like to share about early experiences?

30 posts of Kink – Discovering my kinky side

Today’s prompt is “How did you discover you were kinky?” It’s going to be a short one, because the next one is to write about my early experiences that hinted at being kinky, and there’s so much overlap that I’m trying hard to separate the two. So here we go… how did I discover my kinky side?

The answer to that can be boiled down to two words: Dan Savage. Dan Savage is a sex and relationship advice columnist, and he used to have a tiny column in a local college zine where I’m from. He was syndicated all over, but mostly running in small college papers at the time. His column is “Savage Love” and covers everything from sex, kinks, relationships, family, coming out – you name it, he’s probably covered it. Especially the kinks.

When I was in my formative years, the internet was barely “a thing” and certainly people used it for porn, but not nearly to the degree as we do now. VHS tapes were still around for porn. So searching for someone who shared your kink was considerably harder. Dan Savage was sort of the go-to person if you had a weird kink question, needed advice about how to pull off a scene, or just needed reassurance that you were not, in fact, a total freak (or you were, whatever floats your boat).

I discovered Dan, as I said, through a zine published through my local college. I started reading covertly, because I knew my parents would flip out, and became a devoted follower (I’d say devotee, but that’s not the connotation I’m going for). I love Dan’s podcasts, videos, daily letters, and columns. Through his work, I realized that my simple desires weren’t nearly the weirdest thing he had heard of, and that there were people out there like me. It changed my life.

When I was discussing this post with Pet, she suggested another venue for my self-discovery: fan fiction. That’s not far off base. I’ve read a lot of fanfic in my time, and I’ve read a lot of weird stuff (well, weird to me). Blood play, knife play, watersports, enemas, and more. Not all of it has floated my boat, but some of it surely has piqued my interest.

So, readers, what has sparked your kinky desires? How did you know you were kinky, too?

30 Posts of Kink – My Kinks

Today’s post is a list of my kinks, and a list of kinks I’d like to explore in writing. Except where noted, they are the same. (As I’ve written this, I’ve come to realize that not all of these are necessarily kinks, as much as “likes.” I’m not sure that it matters. Apologies.)

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