Glitter. Real Stories About Sexual Desire From Real Women by Mona Darling, Lauren Fleming, Lynn Lacroix, Tizz Wall, Penny Barber, Hopper James, Elis Bradshaw, Delilah Night, Kate Anon, Nina Potts Read Free Book Online Page B

(spanking or whipping). I learned a lot, mostly from reading alt.sex.bondage.
    The summer after junior year I had an internship in a different city – at that point I knew I wanted out of the relationship, but since we lived together I hadn't managed to extricate myself. I had met someone at the end of my junior year who I enjoyed spending time with, and he and I traded a lot of email over the summer I was away. When I got back from the summer, I told my boyfriend (we shall refer to him as the evil ex) that I wanted to break up, and he hit me and dragged me by the hair, and coerced me into having sex with him; kinky sex, at that. Midway through I freaked out, and he hit me, which cut my lip and bruised my face. It's the only time in my life I thought I might die. But I didn't.
    Soon after, I started dating the guy I met at the end of my junior year. He was kinky, but really in his heart wanted to be dominated. He was willing to dominate me, and enjoyed it, but wanted me to switch. And I did, but it wasn't a turn-on. In fact, it was something of a turnoff. It made him seem weak to me, and since my kink is about wanting to be dominated and controlled, that didn't play very well together. But coming off the abusive relationship, it worked for a long time.
    Eventually I met the man I married, who is masculine, has a strong personality, is incredibly attractive, loves me and takes care of me. We had an immediate connection and at some point I told him I had a secret I needed to tell him. I admitted I was kinky, and that sexually I was submissive, and was delighted to find that he was compatibly kinky.  We have vanilla sex, but nearly always laced with at least kinky conversation, and we also have extremely non-vanilla sex with toys and bondage and play and extra fabulous orgasms.
    When I masturbate, it’s always to fantasies that involve bondage and submission. I’m not particularly a masochist: it’s the submitting that turns me on, more than the pain. I’m not into humiliation; feeling awkward or embarrassed just doesn’t makes me feel sexy.  
    I feel incredibly lucky to have a partner who’s so sexually compatible with me. I realized it’s really important to me that I balance my public persona’s Type A personality by being able to submit and give up control to someone else in the bedroom. It works really well for us.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
    Hiding in Plain Sight
    Nikkiana
    Nikkiana lives in NYC with her sound engineer boyfriend, her magician roommate and her cat who can open the refrigerator. You can read her PG-13 adventures at AuthenticExperience.org .
     
     
    “I was at a slumber party last night and my friend woke me up by touching my boobs and kissing me,” she confessed, “and I liked it!”
    In that moment, I suddenly understood the meaning of arousal. My mind raced with the possibilities.
    “I wish something like that would happen to me at a slumber party,” I lamented.
    I was an awkward thirteen-year-old who over the past two years had developed a habit of sneaking into my parents’ bedroom and reading their porno mags every time they left the house.
    She was a nameless faceless girl on the internet that I had exactly two conversations with. She went by the moniker of “Hotpants” and she claimed she was eleven years old, and at the very least she typed like one. I suppose the reality might have been that she was really a forty-year-old inner tube salesman from Ohio, but I took her on face value.
    Hotpants, with her confession of a slumber party fondling from a girl friend, had just induced the realization that I had a very strong desire to have the same thing happen to me. I found myself sitting in class sizing up the girls in the room. They fell into two categories, incredibly boy crazy or completely oblivious. No one seemed to be an obvious candidate for a slumber party make-out session.
    I combed the internet looking for advice on