30 Days of Kink: First Kinky Experience
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Full prompt: What was your first kinky sexual experience? If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.
I don’t really remember my first (or second, or third) kinky experience, which is probably good, since it was sort of forced on me by my ex long before I ever had a name for this thing we do. I hear forced (or coerced) kink can occasionally turn people off to the whole thing, and I’m really glad it didn’t have that affect on me.
I’ve probably written about my first kinky experience with M before, and I really don’t have a whole lot to say about it except it was hot, and it was painful, and my enjoyment far outweighed my regret for having done something to deserve being spanked. And it was more than apparent that I was too much of a masochist to be spanked with a belt as punishment. The tears streaking down my cheeks were chased away by embarrassed giggles and wet thighs. And the spanking was followed with a blow job. I think. Maybe a bit of vaginal penetration, too. That was eight years ago, man!
There’s something about the first experience, though, that sets the whole tone for the rest of your kinky career. For example, M held back, but only barely. There was no warm-up, since it was supposed to be punishment. He just came out of the gate swinging, and I counted to fifteen, or fifty, or whatever it was, and when He was done, He was all “You need to suck my cock, now. I’d fuck you, but that was supposed to be punishment. Maybe next time, I can beat you for fun.” So maybe there wasn’t vaginal penetration, after all. Hmm…