YKINMKBYK...

is just freaking strange.

The day started with Him roughly propping one up in a kneeling position and being fucked awake. Well a close approximation of it at any rate... awake enough to ask what's the time? Well it was more a series of guttural mumbles until one had the sense to turn ones head out of the pillow. Honestly before mouse it is just as well that breathing is automatic L

Moving to procure that mouse one realised just how fucking sore everything was... tits to arse... literally. The icy cold morning made the abused little nipples stand up and the rubbing on the fabric when one hauled on pj's just made it worse. And the arse? Oh well that made its presence felt when the body reclaimed it as its own.

It is strange how something that can feel so good at the time can feel so bloody painful later on. It is our persistence in the pursuit of these sensations that most non-BDSMers probably find so strange. They look at our assorted kinks and the things we like and think we are the odd ones. The thing is though some other people's pursuits are just as even more strange.

There is no endeavour where this strangeness becomes more apparent than in the field of sport. People train and plan and compete and spend hours on things like Extreme Ironing. A sport in which you have to admire not only their sense of humour, but the sheer amount of fitness that is required. Not to mention a good head for heights.

At the other end of the spectrum there is Freestyle Paddle Dancing. It is the only sport in history that seems to have only one manoeuvre. It is a bit like ice skating where all they do is swirl around the ice. Honestly though nothing prepares you for a sport more boring to watch than golf...

So next time someone says your kink is strange just point them at these examples. It should shut them up... or put them in a coma. Either way peace will reign J