My first date was to Folsom street fair and I lived in a sex dungeon for two years. There aren’t names for the things that get me off. I was asked, after the best orgasm of my life, ‘was that sex?’. I once made a state legislator who lived in San Francisco turn pale at an event.
But no, women aren’t kinky just because we don’t talk about it where men can hear because you’re all fucking obnoxious and the dumber ones still want to bang you people.
Edit: I’m not claiming to be the kinkiest person alive, just that everyone I’ve ever met kinkier than me used she or they pronouns.
My first date was to Folsom street fair and I lived in a sex dungeon for two years. There aren’t names for the things that get me off. I was asked, after the best orgasm of my life, ‘was that sex?’. I once made a state legislator who lived in San Francisco turn pale at an event.
But no, women aren’t kinky just because we don’t talk about it where men can hear because you’re all fucking obnoxious and the dumber ones still want to bang you people.
Edit: I’m not claiming to be the kinkiest person alive, just that everyone I’ve ever met kinkier than me used she or they pronouns.
How did those 2 years go? Was it with health insurance and a good salary, or was it more of an after job thing?
Started off in desperation and affinity. Ended up hourly. I got real good with bleach.