bunny squeaks

Course I’d catch it easy, collar and leash it to a post, face down on the floor. Nowhere to go. Force the spreader bar onto the crying thing, increasing the distance until its whole puppy cunt is on display, completely spread open and exposed.

I need some time to light up and smoke, so I’d settle into my chair, my puppy’s spread cunt the perfect entertainment. Press my boot against its cunt and order it to hump. Lazily smoking as I watch, occassionally pulling back to swiftly kick it and laugh at its cries and squirms in pain, completely unable to close its legs. This would go on for awhile as I nurse my joint, pulling out a piece of ginger and slowly, meticulously carving it. The scent would fill the air along with smoke.

Puppy knows what comes next and the crying only gets more desperate. Don’t make me get the muzzle. Slowly leaning down and rubbing the ginger through its aching folds and around its clit, liking how my toy instantly starts squirming away helplessly from the burn. I would ignore the adorable whining as the carved piece of ginger goes in its hole, stretching just a little, causing a firey burning sensation inside puppy’s cunt.

I've taken every man I've loved out for oysters especially if he's never tried them.

It's hard to explain how eating oysters isn't so much about taste but about the memory of ocean and brine, wet crag and sputter-foam.

How you lift the shell and slurp wave, sargassum, primordial star. Suddenly, the ancient rush of dune and tide. Lungs full of froth.

But Kink 202 recognizes that most people often feel as if the actor's sorrow and joy are real, even if we cognitively know we're watching a play. That's why drama and theater remain compelling since the invention of language. So, when you play-pretend the heel or slaughtered lamb or naughty child or whatever, you are borrowing the story's psyche. Not totally, not forever, not because you agree, but because the performance serves us. Often it gets us off, but it also might provide catharsis, validation, closure, etc. In that way it is "real" the way tears and laughter in response to a story are real.

Critical thinking checkpoint: how real do you think "tears and laughter in response to a story" actually are? In your experience, do you get totally absorbed in stories or is that rather difficult for you? How does that compare to your peers? How might the variation in this "realness" inform someone's risks and benefits in partaking in sexual drama?

i did! i was going to make a post but honestly... once my body hit the hot springs after, i totally forgot. i'll try to sum it up because we were there for like two hours and it was tech involved lol