Recently, my cousin said to me, “I wish I could hear what’s going on inside your head for 24 hours.”
I looked her right in the eyeballs with the retort… “Are you sure?”
One of my favorite pastimes is looking forward to an event, but especially a kinky one. For me, getting ready can be as exciting as the party itself!
Thinking about it makes my mind gets all atwitter with ideas of ways to make my own interactions at the gathering exciting and sensually twisted. Filled with original ways to turn my play partners on.
In a weeks’ time, I get to attend a special kinky party in Las Vegas. I've decided to invite you, my reader, to ride along in my head (with my cousin is she dares!) You might find my approach odd, unorthodox and unusual, but to be sure, you will not find it boring!
To begin, I never have an attachment to who will attend or really what will actually happen once I'm there… That’s the key to what makes this a most thrilling ride!
Thinking about creating something new to bring to a party titillates my mind. What can I do that would be sexy and edgy for others to enjoy?
Then I wallow in my head and review several past saucy encounters. (This could take days of serious thought!) What made those capers so stimulating for both myself and my play partner? And what can I do to emulate that “Joie de vie” feeling again?
I’ve been doing this kind of critical thinking for well over a quarter century. And I can always count on something sexy surfacing.
OK, here it comes...bubbling up! Over the last few years, I’ve noticed that while spanking an adorable submissive’s girlie bottom, I sometimes start humping them! Yes, you heard me correctly. Hump, as in what every dog wants to do.
It’s easy to explain why I do the humping thing... Though female in body parts and mind, I've got loads of Testosterone.
Deciding to take a closer look at the “humping” situation, I thought further. How do my lovely Subs react to my "hump?"
Well, because I always request a "bottom wiggle" of approval throughout my scenes, I’m able to tell if they don’t like what I’m doing. If they wiggle while I play with them, they like what I’m doing. If they stop wiggling… I stop.
Recalling those scenes in my twisted mind… I realize that I've never been asked to stop.