five painfully stupid illustrations of why sometimes women-only kink space can be such a bloody relief
…a post inspired by a recent thread on a BDSM list about the dumb things one has heard about sexuality and kink.
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Once I was standing in a fetish club with six or seven women, most of them groping each other in one fashion or another. A man came up to me and said incredulously, "Are you LESBIANS?!" (Lesbians! Where? Where?)
Another time I had just finished doing a hard-core punching scene with a very masochistic girl. I had taken her down from her restraints and she was panting in a little heap on the floor, covered in bruises and sweat. A guy walked into the room and saw me petting her as she recovered, and said, "That’s what I like about watching women play. It’s always so sweet and gentle and sensual." (Gentle, yes, yessss. Gentle. Please, come a bit closer and say that again…)
And then there was the time I’d just finished enjoying the most mind-blowing cocksucking session I’ve ever had the privilege of experiencing. It was at a large public party where on-duty cops were welcome to patrol, and a couple of them were present and watching. (Yeah, that was kinda hot.) I lost track after come no. 12 or so. When my raw-throated bottom had finally wrung from me the last one I could possibly squeeze out, I staggered to my feet and leaned on her for support as we left the room. When we passed by the cops, one of them said, "Pardon me… but were those real orgasms, or are you just a really good actress?" (Y’know, ‘cause really, I would spend half an hour faking multiple orgasms in public for their benefit. Just because that’s what you’re used to at home, buddy…)
Not long ago I was at a fetish event with two slim androgynous bois, one of them Korean and wearing a tank top and pants, the other white and wearing a vest and assless chaps. I’m rather curvy, four inches taller than them, and I was in a corset, skirt and high boots with dark lipstick. A man passed by and said, "It’s so sweet how you all look the same, like you’re a brotherhood or something." (Ahh, yes, of course. Brothers. Because I was feeling really brother-like that day. It would appear that short hair trumps all other signifiers, including race and boob display.)
A male submissive I spoke with once told me how he used to hang out at the entrance of lesbian nightclubs and ask if he could lick the women’s feet. “I just don’t understand why they all seemed so offended,” he said wistfully. (Gee, I don’t know either. Maybe because you’re a creepy guy wanting to get your rocks off on lesbians, on their turf to boot?)
Oh, I could go on. These are just the first ones that came to mind. Not that I don’t enjoy my forays into the pansexual scene… really, there are tons of great people there. But sometimes one just doesn’t want to deal with the potential hassle of being accosted by the complete idiots who are randomly mixed in with the nice ones.
