I've just spent a few days with Sexologist, Sex Positive Academics, Therapists, Doctors and Practitioners and they got me to thinking about the first time we all began to connect with kink and sex. As it's beyond the basic desires for pleasure that comes from our genitals. What a treat and it's free!
I bet you remember your first time. Because we kinksters are like that. We are more physically, sensually, sexually aware. It's our gift if you will.
I definitely remember when I became awakened. I was five years old and I lived on the island of Okinawa. The boondocks held many treasures hidden in them between the typhoons and the daily, brief, downpours. I loved exploring them on my own.
One afternoon I came upon a large cinder block room. It had the openings for doors and windows, but held none. Inside the simple empty room were two rings mounted on the floor, and one each on the ceiling and each of the walls about a foot above my head. I peered into the room from the doorway, carefully listening for the sound of adults ready to pounce upon me. But all I could hear was the sound of my heart beat quickening and the blood rushing to my ears. I could feel the flush of blood coursing to the surface of my skin and a throbbing ache to my lower torso.
It started to rain again, and I knew I needed take shelter so I stepped up into the empty room. As I looked to the right and left of the room, I saw images of beautifully painted naked women tied up in various positions with the rope. They were red and black calligraphy strokes truly made by artists hands. The beauty of the images held my attention throughout the storm in this little room was dedicated to the art of Shibari. A place out in the wilderness for beauty, sex, bondage and the environment to exist together.
When the rain passed, I jumped onto my bike and headed home for dinner. The images firmly planted into my mind and my warmer body. And I was ravenous! I recall the taste of food was more alive in my mouth and I asked for more vegetables for the first time in my young life. My taste buds were alive and craved satiation.
When bath time came, I found the warm water stimulated the continuing ache in my loins and then upon touch discovered my labia for the first time. The response to my touch sent bolts of pleasurable throbs through my legs and chest. And a sweet pain of ache.
Now hold on, right there. You think you are heading for the masturbatory big finish, but this is not your average porn writer, this is Serene your kinky to the bone, Sin Like You Mean It kinda writer. So now comes the interesting part of the story:
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I realized this was all new territory and it never occurred to me there were holes in my body and no means for me to explore them. With the assistance of gravity, my mother's vanity full of bobby pins, I began to discover what lies within. The bobby pins held my little labia lips in place with just the slightest tweak of pain and pleasure. And low and behold there were three holes not just two and one of them when stimulated, created a most wondrous and pleasurable sensation. It was like discovering you like the taste of broccoli and ate it all up. And then I remembered the Japanese bondage room, where pleasure, beauty and bondage all came together. And my little fingers found their way to combining the visual memory of the earlier stimulus with the ability to create a briefly sustained orgasmic experience. I was hooked, cementing sex, with beauty, sound and feel of water and the ache of the sweet pain.
Now what's your story? You know you have one and I want to hear them. You can tell me privately on niteflirt, or be braver and cheaper and write it here for all of us to enjoy.
