Kink of the Week – Cutting/Tearing Clothes

I have never torn or cut someone’s clothes off, nor has it been done to me. However, I have always kind of fantasized about it. There is something about it that is just so sexy. That urgency intrigues me.

As much as I fantasize about it, I could never do it unless it was a planned thing. I would need to know that they are ok with that set of clothes being destroyed. I would hope that the same courtesy is applied to me. Clothes are expensive.

I think I would prefer tearing over cutting clothes off. Knife play just isn’t my thing. I would be worried about accidentally cutting my partner, or them cutting me. That said, clothes can be hard to tear. If clothes were to be torn off, I would want to use something that already had holes in it or had a small pre-cut to help get started.

One thing I love to do when I have a pair of underwear that is on it’s last threads is tear it to shreds. I think next time I get a pair that I am ready to throw out and have my boyfriend tear them off of me. That sounds fun. What do you think? :p

Kink of the Week – Halloween

As a kid I loved Halloween. I loved getting dressed up, and my favorite costume was always a witch. No idea why, it just was. I loved going trick-or-treating, and my favorite year was the one that my mom was out of town and my dad took me around town. That was rare, getting to spend time with my dad off of our mountain.

The last time I went trick-or-treating was with my high school friends my sophomore year. It was my last year because almost every house we went to commented about us being too old to do such a thing. We responded with the fact that at least we weren’t out partying or doing drugs/drinking alcohol.

As an adult, I quit caring about getting dressed up, especially after Halloween 2011. That was the day my world came crashing down, when the person I lived with, had been together almost 2 years decided we didn’t work together. I have long since moved past that, and I see it as him doing a favor now, because I realize how unhappy I was, but at the time it hurt a lot.

Costumes have gotten way too expensive, and I have never really been creative enough to make my own costume. This year at work they keep encouraging me to dress up, but I am just not into it. When I told them today that I had no interest, they actually seemed somewhat annoyed with me. I got annoyed at them. I shouldn’t have to dress up.

However, there is one costume I would love to have, and have wanted it for a very long time. I want a school girl outfit so badly! I am not sure what it is, but something about it is just so damn hot to me. I love the red plaid skirt, the stockings, and the button up white shirt. Someday I will own one, at least I hope. Every so often I look for them online, but always get discouraged at the price and sizes. My search usually ends pretty quickly. Someday though, it will happen.

Kink of the Week – Handjobs

Believe it or not, the first time I touched a penis did not include a handjob. I started with blowjobs, and to be quite honest, I prefer those over handjobs. For the sake of the prompt though, I will elaborate on handjobs.

Handjobs can be fun, and one of the best ways I can learn how my partner likes his cock to be handled. Where on the shaft is the best place to wrap my hand around? Does he like a firm grip, light grip, or somewhere in between? There is nothing I love more than twirling my index finger around the head of his cock and taking the precum with me, drenching the head with it.

I have never given a handjob in an unusual place, and thinking about it, it has always been in a bedroom. I have also never given my current partner a handjob, though we have done other things. I am sure it will happen eventually, and it will be just as all of the other times we have played.

We did have a bit of a mutual masturbation session the other night, which was very hot in my opinion. I loved seeing the way he handled himself, and I took mental notes as I watched and played myself. I would love to time my orgasm to his so that we could have an orgasm at the same time. Thinking about it drives me wild. Thinking about him drives me wild.

Kink of the Week – Hand Spanking

To be completely honest, I am not too into hand spanking (or any kind of spanking). It just doesn’t really feel good to me, especially the harder swats. Now, that does not mean that I am completely against it, there is just a really fine line for me.

That said, I absolutely love the playful little spanks, both giving and receiving. I find it a huge shock (and compliment) when a partner suddenly grabs or lightly spanks my ass. It can also be hot hot or twice during sex if done lightly.

I can’t really think of a time when spanking was used a lot. Thinking back, I really only got a thrill out of it when it was used in a playful manner, and only even then when I was in the middle of sexless relationships and that was the only physical interaction I got. I learned to take what I could get and thrive off of that. It is kind of sad when you think about it.

I think it is great that others can get such a thrill out of it, and I do admire them when there are marks left over from their own spankings.

Kink of the Week – Squirting

**This is my first time participating in Kink of the Week, and hopefully not the last.**

I have always been a squirter. My first orgasm had me squirting and I thought I had peed myself. Luckily I learned soon that what happened was not pee thanks to a close friend and research. Most of the time I know when I am about to squirt and I stop my orgasm before that happens (no amount of towels will contain it). Once in a while I won’t care about the mess and just let it go.

I have only squirted with clitoral stimulation, though came close the one time I had a G-Spot orgasm. I have always only squirted alone and never with a partner.

Most guys I talk to about it think it is sexy as hell, but a few that I dated that were less experienced thought it was gross. When I lived with one of those guys I quickly learned not to squirt with him. It took me several years after we broke up to be able to do it again.