I was having a conversation with someone the other day about kink (shocking), and the topic of breeding fantasies came up. I somewhat shamefully admitted, that I have a total breeding kink, although I literally NEVER actually play it out with anyone in person. Never have. Never will. This is NOT an invitation! In fact, …
Bringing out my, “This hurts me more than it hurts you,” nurturing condescension is funny. Maybe I have a lot of latent hostility I need to get out—although it’s rare that I get to go as far I probably could with a guy. One time someone told me to throw everything I had at his SPH kink, and he started to cry. Like really cry. That was satisfying. A job well done!
