Deep breath… today I’m being brave. In fact, I’ve already been brave, but somehow this bit – sharing the photo – seems scarier than my earlier adventure to a dark graveyard. Riskier, one might even say, which fits in well with the current Kink of the Week’s kink…
I admit, this is a borrowed kink. If not for the wonderful Molly Moore, I’d never have considered sex in graveyards. I could think of a hundred filthy stories to write for the risky sex Kink of the Week prompt, but what I really wanted to do something that really felt risky. And tonight’s adventure did; it felt dirty and good. My ever-filthy imagination provided consensual non-consent fantasies as I picked my way among the gravestones, looking for the best place to get my tits out. The picture I managed to take is grainy and dark, but I feel it well captures the thrill I felt at the exhibitionist exploit and my own bravery.
Does this in itself count as risky sex? Or would it only be risky sex if after taking the photos I sat down, leaning against the headstone with my nipples hard from pressing them against the cold stone, and let my fingers slip between my legs to feel my own wetness. I won’t confirm or deny whether I sat against a grave and wanked, delighted by my own dirty mind: I’ll leave that one up to you to decide.
Quinn Rhodes (he/him) is a queer, trans, disabled sex blogger. He’s a sex nerd with vaginismus who writes about his adventures in learning to fuck without fucking up. Quinn can usually be found wearing stomp-on-the-patriarchy boots while falling in love every time he fucks. For his less explicit content on trans inclusivity, check out whatsinyourpants.co.