Chat with woman who like spanking games
Let me clarify something: I'm not "into" spanking the way you might be "into" Celine Dion or “The Bourne Identity.” Spanking is a part of my psyche, an essential element of my sexuality.
It's not like slavering over cheerleaders, or fantasizing about sex on the beach at sunset.
I dated Jennifer during the advent of the Internet, and when she was out of the apartment I'd spend hours in spanking chat rooms or looking at spanking photos.
A couple of times I met people, real live girls, who liked to be spanked.
She sat up to listen, and I trailed my fingers over her thigh, eyes down, nervous as a teenager.
I was 30 years old and for the first time in my life I was going to tell a girlfriend that I wanted to spank her. And I knew that telling her might mean the immediate death of our relationship, but I also knew we'd never be perfect together unless I looked into her pretty blue eyes and told this sweet, innocent, beautiful woman that I had a spanking fetish.
For more than 20 years I thought there was something wrong with me.
The hardest thing has not been the play; when turned on, Emily can take an almighty spanking, and a caning that would make an English schoolboy squeal. Why would I need to spank someone else, if I didn't want to sleep with that person?
She likes it so much that we now call her "vanilla, with sprinkles."No, for her the problem has always been understanding my need to connect with other hard-wired spankos. As ever, the "why" question can't be answered.
Another heaping of shame from my girlfriend, and a horrifying diagnosis from a professional. The thing is, I was beginning to suspect I wasn't sick.
Or, if nothing else, that there were a lot more sick people like me out there.