Even as a foolish boy it seemed strange to me that anyone would want to get literally boned. What exactly is it about shoving a washboard up somebody’s coochie that apparently resonates? I’ve never met a woman who was into it. Look at their dildos! Draconic cervix traumatizers notwithstanding I don’t see a lot of ribbing going on.

Omg, absolutely drooling over here, fantasizing about swallowing you on a regular basis. Hot as fuck.

Fewer questions, more face-fucking please mistress. Grab my hair and grind your hips like you’re trying to start a fire. If I’m not concerned for my own safety it doesn’t count. Drown me.

I mean… I like it. Socially obfuscated power dynamics, especially gendered ones, have caused me a lot of discomfort and confusion. BDSM stimulates me because it’s exciting and cathartic to drop the complicated, ambiguous facade of hierarchical etiquette and engage with power directly. I enjoy it in both directions but usually only one way with a particular person. There is some objective power delta between any two subjects. Either embracing or defying it can be satisfying. It’s about clarity.

Bruh