KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2000
- Posts
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Well. I'm sort of, well, let's call it enjoying a substance that has made me, well, let's call it happy. So this is only as serious a question as I can make it through a lot of giggling, snickering, and assorted other noises.
Ahem.
Okay.
Let's say that you were desperately, completely, and so utterly in love with your mate. Your real one if you got one, your fantasy one if you don't. This was The One. You are going to spend the rest of eternity with this totally awesome catch.
Then one night, after a session of sex so glorious that even an exploding star couldn't match its brilliance, the love of you life, heart, soul, and universe, turns to you and says "Honey, I'm, uh, a little kinky."
Cool you think. Kinky is good. You could get to like this.
"Would you lay on our glass dining room table while I lie under it watching and take a shit? It would really turn me on."
Well? Would you? Commentary?
Ahem.
Okay.
Let's say that you were desperately, completely, and so utterly in love with your mate. Your real one if you got one, your fantasy one if you don't. This was The One. You are going to spend the rest of eternity with this totally awesome catch.
Then one night, after a session of sex so glorious that even an exploding star couldn't match its brilliance, the love of you life, heart, soul, and universe, turns to you and says "Honey, I'm, uh, a little kinky."
Cool you think. Kinky is good. You could get to like this.
"Would you lay on our glass dining room table while I lie under it watching and take a shit? It would really turn me on."
Well? Would you? Commentary?