Does your kink evolve? If it does is it called ‘kinkolution’? I’ve been sorting old photos. I’m a scrapper. Yes I’m at the age where I was exposed to the scrapbooking phenomenon in the 90’s but I’ve been interested in preserving things for as far back as I can remember. I started my first scrapbook in grammar school. I’ve dozens of scrapbooks and thousands of pictures taken in the old days of film camera in boxes. During the waxing of the moon I tend to ‘nest’. I get urges to do projects around the house etc. I got a hair across my ass to sort those loose photos into boxes for my kids – one box for each and a box of mixed. Ya know, for like when I die they can find the pictures of themselves easily. Yes I’m weird. Among the loose and digital photos of my kids are some of the early ones of my husband and I. The family friendly ones and the not so family friendly ones. The latter go into a ‘burn if I die’ box. No one needs to see grandma tied to the bed with a dildo in her ass. Some legacies are best aborted.
Looking back there’s definitely a different vibe to those pictures. Well for one, I was younger and thinner but it’s more than that. There’s a level of enthusiasm that’s missing from my current ones. Don’t mistake me, I am still enthusiastic about sex and kink; I’m still one horny old lady, but, dare I say it, there’s a maturity to my kink that was missing in those older photos. Maybe a tad bit of jadedness? Wisdom? Well, let’s not go that far.
When my husband and I first got together and realized our kinks were compatible (hell, that they existed at least from my perspective) there was a kid in the candy shop aspect to things. Less for him as he had prior kinky lovers to me, but I didn’t even KNOW I was as kinky as I am prior to him. I had all of the fantasies, sure, and knew I was a little weird but I didn’t know quite how weird until I started indulging. Limits were set and then moved (by me). Then moved again. Then abandoned. We did a lot of role-playing with elaborate set-ups and back-stories (we’re both theater geeks). A lot of the role-playing involved either pretend audiences or pretend others.
It’s no secret that I’ve an exhibitionist streak a mile wide. Our photographing each other began as a way to help me satisfy that streak. The pictures weren’t to be shared. Then we started talking about ‘what if…’ It evolved into his ‘commanding me’ to post certain pictures in a D/s sense. He’d pick out photos, sometimes ones I didn’t like, and ‘make’ me post them. It worked. It was hot, it was humiliating, it was exciting, it pushed all the right buttons. He gets off on other guys seeing me (and using me) but not in a cuckold way but more like a pimp? ‘Forcing’ me to expose myself to others. The photo with this blog and this video were an early version of our exploring that part of our shared kink.
He was ordering me to expose myself. To show my pussy (my wet, open, dirty pussy) to someone else via his videoing it. It was so humiliating, so reducing, so FUCKING HOT!
Role-play became less satisfying. Eventually we added another person. (Well 2 people but the other is her own story and separate from this). I might have a new story to share in a few weeks. We’ll see.
Kink relationships are weird. My husband treats me better than any man I’ve ever known. He’s loving, kind, a true partner, confidant, amazing lover, and best friend. He also beats me so hard sometimes it leaves bruises, shows my naked body on the internet and holds me down, looking into my eyes while another man fucks my ass. And I’m totally OK with all of that. So is kink something that evolves or are kinky activities a gateway drug, causing you to want to try more and more?