I’m capable of having and enjoying vanilla sex. I used to do it much more in the past than I do now, though. As I get older and explore my sexuality more, it’s become clear that some degree of roughness is necessary. I require at least a little bit of assertion, dominance, and force from my partner in order to feel fully in it.
Hold me down.
Spit in my face.
Slap me wherever you want: face, tits, ass. All of the above.
Choke me.
Call me terrible, horrible, no good, very bad names.
Bite me.
Bruise me.
Rough me the fuck UP. And then I’ll love you forever and ever, amen.
If you cannot bring yourself to do any of those things, to some degree, ever, kindly get the fuck out of my bed because we’re gonna have some compatibility issues.
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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Hell freakin yeah.