red handcuffsA female friend of ours, a recent college grad who wishes to remain anonymous, has a confession to make:
I think I might be kinky.
I know, I know: These days, who isn't? With Fifty Shades of Greyrefusing to budge from the bestseller list and Rihanna singing about how chains and whips excite her, it's practically de rigueur to own a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. But I know for me, this isn't some trendy game I'll play with a pink blindfold and a couple of scarves (though if those are your thing, more power to you!). I'm talking about real domination and submission, real pain.
I've always liked playing around with control in the bedroom. One boyfriend I had would pretend to be a bandit or a pirate and I would be the pretty maiden waiting to be ravished. Another would pin me down, yank my hair, bite harder than usual. (Unfortunately, most guys couldn't seem to understand that I actually wanted something that hurt and left a mark, not just a delicate, ticklish nip on the neckRead More »from I Think I Might like Kink (And No, It's Not Because of 50 Shades of Grey)