If you asked me to describe my relationship with impact play, I’d tell you that I’m a pain slut with a low pain tolerance. I like getting spanked, but I can’t take as much pain as I’d like to take. The idea of pain is sometimes hotter to me than the pain itself, and I frequently feel like a fraud when I tell people that spanking is one of my biggest kinks. I do love being spanked, but I often have safe-word out sooner than I feel I ‘should’.
I’m noisy in bed. Ok, not just in bed: partners have teased me in the past for making similar sounds while eating sushi to getting eaten out. While nothing sounds like the giggle I make when someone touches my clit in just the right way, they’re not wrong. I am very vocal in my pleasure. Recently I’ve found something new that makes me make sex sounds – though to me it is sex. I want them to touch my back.
This time last year, I wrote a post about my kink goals for 2019, which included bruises, butt stuff, and a birthday spanking. Given how embarrassingly ambitious I was with those, I wasn’t going to set any sex goals for 2020… until I realised that subconsciously I had set myself goals, and it would be silly not to share them.
I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a long time, but didn’t want to share it until I could be sure that someone reading could potentially take something from my worst sex ever. It’s also important to note that I’ve published this with the knowledge and consent of the person I’m writing about in this post.
Today’s post was going to be a super indulgent list where I share what kinky Christmas presents I wish I could buy myself this year. And, ok, it technically is that, but it’s also a list of the festive fucks I’m not going to have this year, but really wish I could. These are essentially my current filthiest fantasies – mince pies aside.