Is That a Thing? – Genital Piercings

Okay, I have a thing for piercings. Not on myself, I probably wouldn’t get any after some bad experiences in my youth. But I love piercings on others. I like how they look, how they feel. For example, I don’t like kissing that much, but add a lip and/or tongue piercing and I could basically squirt from just kissing. I guess fetishes are fetishes and some of them just can’t be explained.

So, there is this guy in the scene whom I’ve seen many times now. He tends to stick with his partners and doesn’t really socialize. But recently, he became more active and I got to know him a bit. He is anything but shy about his bodies and he happens to have genital piercings. So at the kinky party on the Valentine’s day, he was hanging out with his partners and invited me and my friend to see his piercings. And being curious little pervs that we were, we accepted the invitation. He is a good-looking guy but not really my type, but his cock, now that’s a beautiful looking cock. And what made it even more beautiful in my eyes was the sizeable ring piercing on the tip of his cock. He got about half a dozen more on his testicles. They were soooo pretty. My friend and I ooh’d aaah’d at the piercings for a moment till I asked his partners how the ring feel inside of the vagina, and he chuckled and asked ‘Wanna try?’ It would have been a lame pick-up line that shouldn’t have worked in a million years… unless you use it on a couple of girls who are both into piercings. We decided that we have to give it a go, FOR SCIENCE!

I got to see it in action first, and judging by my friend’s reaction to the cock, the rings seem to be equally pretty and functional. And before I got to try it in my vagina, I first got to see whether I feel it in my mouth. Even through a condom, I could feel the ring poking the back of my throat, making me gag very easily. And for someone who loves to gag, it was pretty hot. I was already quite turned on by all of it and I didn’t need any foreplay. His cock went inside of me without any friction, and for a solid minute or two, my jaw was dropped from the sheer surprise and shock that I think I could actually feel the ring through the condom. There are no words to explain how erotic it felt, it felt like kissing with a tongue ring except there was a cock in my pussy. XD

After the initial disbelief of the whole situation, I realized why it felt so darn good. Cos with every single thrust he was hitting my A-spot and that’s rare from a doggy style when he wasn’t being that rough. For those who aren’t familiar with the A-spot, it’s like the G-spot except it is quite far in, pretty close to the cervix. Some girls don’t like their cervix being poked with the cock, but I happened to love it. A-spot is my favorite spot in my genitals and A-spot orgasms are also very intense and different. His cock was also pretty long, about 18 cm I think, but my vagina is also 18 cm until it hits the cervix. So in theory, he should occasionally hit my A-spot provided he thrusts hard enough. But I swear, because of the ring, he hits that spot every time. It was literally driving me crazy it felt so good. And then those rings on his balls. From behind, they slammed against my labia and clit with every movement. It was pure ecstasy and instead of orgasming once or twice, the pleasure level stayed extremely high with occasional peaks. So if a regular clitoral orgasm is pleasure level 6/10, this whole experience from the first thrust till the last was solid 8/10 with occasional 9/10. Only anal orgasms have been more intense than this was.

In retrospect, this was quite remarkable. Cos I wasn’t that attracted to him, but I’m definitely in love with his cock and the rings. And I usually don’t orgasm on the first time I have sex with someone, and definitely not from vaginal sex only. Without the rings, it would have definitely been vanilla, but with those rings, it became my piercing fetish come true. Ten out of ten, would do it again. 😛

Is That a Thing? – Wax Play

Everytime I am about to write about some kinky stuff, I would go search my history and see whether I have already written about them. Here’s a fun fact about kink, everything feels different when done with different people. I definitely had done wax play before but not with Oliver before. Playing with hot candle wax might be one of the first things that came to my mind while I used to think about kink. I’m talking about the time when I haven’t done anything yet. But in practise, I do it rarely. Because wax is annoying to deal with when it gets everywhere.

But here we are, I got myself two large candles, one white and one pink and Oliver lighted them already at the beginning of the session so he got tons of ammo when it was time to use them. He tied me up, my wrists and legs together and I was lying on the floor on my back. I kinda remember there being a giant anal hook up my ass too. Although I knew the hot wax was coming, I still managed to be surprised when he started. And I really should have seen this coming… everything kinky Oliver sets out to try, he would always add an extra layer of sadism on them. He doesn’t really hold back or start gently. I guess it can be seen as him trusting me excessively and also how much I can take. I’ve only seen wax play in shibari shows, and they usually do just a few drops at a time with pauses in between. Oliver more like poured the wax on my torso, near my pussy and on my legs, like he was pouring hot oil onto a steak on a pan. And there were no pauses really, except when he changed candle after he exhausted the first one in record time. The pace was relentless and I screamed for him to go slowly and he kinda ‘agreed’ but it surely didn’t feel like he actually slowed down. XD Whenever the hot wax hit sensitive spots on my body like the sides of my torso, my breasts, my pussy, or the underneath of my arms, the pain was almost unbearable. The wax felt like red hot needles poking me all over and I went into panic mode again, the second time in the same session (first was with the coconut rope).

My skin felt raw and sensitive and the wax covering my body dried up quickly and became hard. I felt like I was cocooned in a shell and every little movement I made felt like I was stretching my skin to the extreme, second from cracking. And of course, I was made to move quite a bit and pieces of wax peeled from my skin and I felt like I was a snake shedding my skin.

I liked wax play with Oliver surprisingly lot, just as I adore everything that makes me go into a panic mode. Panic seems to be my new fave fetish and it is constantly hungry for more. Next week, I got a very interesting sexadventure story to tell you guys, something that happened on none other than Valentine’s Day, so stay tuned. Until then, stay kinky! 😉

Is That a Thing? – Vampire Gloves

I encountered a pair of vampire gloves a while ago at a party. One of the biggest sadists in the scene got them and showed them off at a kinky party. Let’s just call him R for the sake of this post. They look like a pair of innocent black leather gloves, but upon closer inspection, the palm side every finger is covered with sharp small metal spikes. My blood ran cold just from the sight of them.

Here’s the thing, I’ve always hated spiky or sharp things. Remember my post about the Wartenberg wheel three years ago? I don’t like needles, I don’t like spiky sharp metal things. But for some reason, I was very curious about the gloves even though I haaaated it upon the first little taste R put on my forearm. I didn’t like it at all, not one bit. The spikes were sharp enough that it would have broken my skin easy if only R would have put a bit more pressure. I’m pretty convinced that the little devil on my should possessed me in that moment, because I actually asked him to try them on me a bit more thoroughly. So he did. Standing behind me with those bloody gloves, he grabbed my shoulders, arms, back, chest, the back of my neck and my scalp. I screamed like a fucking banshee. I’ve never screamed so loud from anything, not even caning. Especially on my scalp, they made my whole body tingle and hum, and I was terrified. Afterward, they left behind this strong relentless sensation like I’ve been stung by a thousand bees. And it wouldn’t go away no matter how much I rubbed my skin with my hands. It only went away after a hard merciless spanking and flogging. Those gloves hurt sooo much, but it didn’t break the skin. That time…

I didn’t like the sensation and pain the gloves created. Not one bit. Not at all. But for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I craved them like I’ve never craved any other torture devices. I craved them like I sometimes craved a proper back flogging. So finally last week’s party, I asked nicely for R to bring them to the party and he obliged. I asked for proper treatment from it. Should have known you can never quite get exactly what you want from a sadist. I thought I would just get the same kind of treatment as last time. But then R told me to strip almost naked, with just my panties, stay-ups, and bra. And then he told me to go lie down one of the mattresses in the party venue. The moment I hit the mattress, I knew I was fucked.

I didn’t expect to take on the gloves lying down, defenseless. At least when I’m standing up, I didn’t feel quite as trapped compared to lying on the mattress with a giant mean sadist hovering over me basically with a hundred spikes pointing at me. He then proceeded to grab, grope, drag, hold and press all over me – my arms, my waist, my stomach, my thighs, my back, my neck, my breast, my nipples (!) and even my freaking face! And he did it so rapidly that I could only scream from pain. I was quite sure I couldn’t even breath. My whole body was tensed since I did all I could to hold myself in place since struggling and moving would hurt even more but all I wanted to do was escape. But I couldn’t. It created the most potent panic that I’ve ever experienced. It wasn’t just pain and fear, it was purely fight or flight reflex, my body going into high alert. R also rolled me around grabbing from my waist and I went into a fucking frenzy. My mind shut down, the masochist came out to play. When he pulled my legs open and grabbed hard on my inner thighs, I unraveled. When he pinned me down and put those gloves on my palms and pressed down, I screamed louder than I’ve ever screamed. It was the worst pain I’ve ever experienced, worse than canes breaking my skin. It’s the unbearable kind of pain.

In the end of it, I was sweating like I just did a 1000 calorie workout, I was breathing hard, every piece of muscles in my body ached and that stinging sensation was on everywhere. I was disoriented and slightly light-headed. I wanted ice-cream. XD But I was also… euphoric. It felt like I just survived some life and death situation and came out in one piece (more or less). It was adrenaline pumping full force in my veins. I felt amazing. I felt more alive than ever and it was crazy. And because I am an adrenaline junkie and a masochist, the whole experience left me aroused as fuck. Which is quite rare for me because I usually get aroused from the person and not the act and I’m not attracted to R in the traditional sense. Although his sadist energy got me a little confused. Or the masochist in me. 😀 I was left wondering what it would be like to get the glove treatment from Oliver… *shiver*

Later at the party, people who had knew me for a while now and seen me playing at parties, they told me that they had never heard me scream like that. And I couldn’t exactly argue, I don’t think I’ve ever screamed like that before. I’m still terrified of them. It’s the combination of pain that I hate, strong fear and the panic that the gloves roused in me that got me to worship them in a way I hardly worship any particular tool before. And the next time, the holes started to appear. It didn’t look like that the gloves made any big marks on the same day but on the next time, holes started to appear on my ribs, thighs, arms, butt and tummy. And I kinda adore them. I hope you enjoy this little story, I should get around to write some other naughty things next week. Until then, stay kinky! 😉

Is That A Thing? – Scent

Few months ago I wrote about one of my not so pleasant sexadventures in a post, where I also mentioned about the importance of scents are to me. I guess it had something to do with my primal side, actually I’ve always been very sensitive to scent. But only lately I’ve put more attention to it and I guess finally decide to trust it more. And when I talk about the scent, I mean everyone’s natural scent. Some have it strong, some weaker, like Asians mostly have a very weak natural scent. Sometimes I don’t have an opinion of their scent, sometimes I could hardly stand it and those people I would end up disliking. And going back in time thinking about all those I’ve had brilliant sexual chemistry with and the sex had been very good, I adored all of their scents.

The first that come to mind is my second Dom Sir Sade. His natural scent is very very strong, and it was absolutely intoxicating. It was musky and his whole apartment would smell like him and it would drive me crazy. My last Dom Atticus also had a scent that I loved. His is sweet, slightly smoky, and somehow comforting. Like a vanilla cigar.

But then I met Elio and his scent is also very strong but in a more subtle way. Not everyone can smell it. And I found out that his base scent is my favorite. I seem to be attracted to people who looks a lot like Elio appearance-wise – tall and slim. And peculiarly they all have the same kind of base scent. It’s the smell of skin when it had been under the sun for a while. The smell of sunlight. And then everyone would have an additional scent to that. Except Elio is all sunlight. 😀 I’ve had a short thing with a guy who smells like sunlight and sea salt.

And then Oliver. I really love his scent too. It’s sunlight and something incredibly sweet, I can’t put my finger on it. Something warm and sweet, salty caramel maybe? I like to tease him that he smells like what I imagine babies’ heads smell like. XD I first caught it full force was when I entered his car the first time. I thought he was using some car scent that’s surprisingly pleasant. It took me a while to realize that it’s actually his own scent. And it is pretty unique too, and very easily separated from others. And even his sweat smells the same, just stronger and has a salty undertone. And because of his nature, sweet and warm, I’ve come to associate his scent with safety and comfort, it would also calm me down. That’s why I’ve even asked him whether he would like to be present whenever I meet someone I would like to be tied up by. I am incredibly nervous about being tied up by someone else but him, but I think if I am at least able to smell him, I would not panic or feel uncomfortable.

On the flip side, if I can’t stand the scent of someone, I would end up strongly disliking them. I can think of two girls I’ve met in the kinky community. Both have a very sweet scent, like too sweet, like fruit that is too ripe. But since I try to be friendly, I would sometimes end up hugging them hello at events. And then for the rest of the night, I would smell them on me until I go home to wash my whole body and hair and all of my clothes. Their scents would sometimes give me a headache too.

I also have strong flashbacks of memories from certain scents. Like the part of the city I live in, it sometimes would smell like my hometown in China, and it would bring back memories from my childhood and I can almost feel it in my bones. Scents play a big part in my memory bank.

So why is one’s scent so important to me? I don’t exactly have an answer. I just know that I’ve never had mind-blowing sex with anyone whose scent I don’t love. And recently, especially after the last bad sexperience, I really should learn to trust my instincts more and trust the scent. At least for now, it had never led me astray. I do believe it has something to do with physical compatibility. Might also be pheromones. Oh! And also, their sperm tastes better, those with great scents. 😀

I’m actually pretty eager to meet new people now that I’m completely aware of the importance of natural scents. I would definitely rely on it more to do some of the judgment. And let’s see if it actually works! Whether good scent really equals good sex. 😀 I’ll let you guys know when I’ve collected more data. Until then, stay kinky! 😉

Is That a Thing? – Biting

Biting has always had a special place in my heart, it’s kinda one of the ways I like to use to express affection. If I like you, I wanna bite you. I’m pretty sure there is a word for it. My biting tendencies were pretty oppressed when I used to play with doms, they mainly saw it as me acting out and being bratty or wanting attention. And they never let me bite as hard as I wanted to. And they also didn’t bite me that much. But despite all the limitations, biting is definitely one of my fetishes that I didn’t get to practice that much, not until my primal side became more prominent.

I’m not saying that biting is strictly a primal thing, it is just in my experiences primals just like to do it more. In fact, we like anything that brings us closer and when it comes to pain, we prefer relying on the damage that we can inflict with our own bodies – teeth, nails, hands, legs, arms, whole body. Of course, being a spanko too myself, I love all kinds of instruments of pain also, but the primal side comes out when I get to get close and personal.

The first time I got a real taste of it was with Elio. I really encouraged him to bite my shoulder as he orgasmed, and he warned me that it was going to hurt a lot. And he was right. I happened to be wearing a shirt at that time when he did exactly what I asked for. He bit my shoulder so hard that I’m 100% positive that it would have broken the skin if I hadn’t had a shirt on. The giant and deep bitemark stayed on for months and I freaking loved it. After that time, it really opened up my now insatiable appetite for being bitten hard, and also getting to bite hard (but maybe more about being a bit).

And I guess biting was part of our play with Oliver almost from the beginning, it started slowly. There were fewer bites and a bit gentler. Until it increased in volume and definitely in ferocity. Most of the time he even does it when we hug goodbye, and it’s kinda our version of a kiss on the cheek – something extra in addition to the hug. I do get to bite him pretty hard too and I enjoy it almost as much. I’m pretty sure when I get to top him next time, it would definitely include a lot of biting.

I can say that biting feels a bit different with Oliver, because it almost always includes me being either tied up by ropes, or him physically limiting my movements aka he holds me in place when he does the biting. And it adds a thick layer of fear and panic into the mix. I feel like a trapped animal. And it somehow makes it hurt a lot more than it should. And it also arouses me a lot more than I’ve anticipated before. Like one of his favorite way to bite me is when he had tied my hands behind my back and I’m bent over either a bed or a table. He would be adjusting the ropes behind me, leaning very close, sometimes so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. And there would be this one second of complete silence during which my panic level would rise through the roof cos I knew what was coming. He would strike like a fucking cobra, and the place on my body where I just felt his hot breath would be replaced by sharp teeth biting down on my flesh without mercy and I would try to squirm away and be powerless to stop the screams coming out of my mouth. And it’s not just my shoulders that he likes biting, shoulders could take quite a lot of pain. He really likes to bite my back, spots almost to the side that are extra sensitive and those spots would almost always bruise up.

Personally, my favorite spot to be bitten is the inner thigh. They bruise super easy, and the pain level there is in another level compared to any other body part (maybe except nipples). It feels like my inner thighs are being cut open with a sharp knife, the warm saliva almost feels like blood running down my thighs, it’s a perfect mindfuck if you have a blindfold on. Inner thigh bruises stay on for months. During summer for someone like me who loves wearing short skirts, thigh bruises are a lovely decoration prettier than any jewelry. 😉 I love the shape of bitemark bruises too, so round and big.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this little post about one of my favorite fetishes that I finally get to practice in full. I might stay on the topic of primal next week, or go for a spanko post, we shall see which mood I’m in next week. Until then, stay kinky! 😉