For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.

Y is for (Don’t) Yuck my Yum!

There are many kinks out there. I would wager to say there are thousands of different kinks. Kinks you and I have never thought of that someone else can’t live without. It’s important to remember that all consensual kinks are okay. As long as the participants are consenting adults, have at it. It might not be my cup of tea, but if it’s yours, you should enjoy yourself! If you have read through all of my A to Z posts this month, you’ve probably encountered a few that you weren’t familiar with, some that might do nothing for you, or some that might actively turn you off. I hope that you stuck through it and enjoyed some other posts (especially since most of them are standalone so you can skip around as you like), and that you always remember to respect others’ kinks and let them enjoy themselves.

The best mantra for that is: Safe, Sane, and Consensual (though there are some other good variations on those!) So this little story is about someone finding out their partner has a kink they aren’t familiar with. Let’s find out whether or not it appeals to them!

“We have to talk.”

Oh that is never good. I have never had a partner tell me we need to talk and end with something good. What in the world could it be? I thought things were going well. Yvette and I have been dating for about six months. It feels like things are going well. Sometimes lesbians have a reputation for moving in together too quickly, but I think we’re going at a good pace. We aren’t talking about moving in together. I’m not expecting an engagement ring. But we’re going on dates, we’re staying over at each other’s apartments (but not every night). The sex is great. What could we possibly have to talk about? “What’s up, Yvette?” I ask.

She sits down next to me on the couch.

“This is embarrassing.”

I look at her with trepidation, but I reach out and take her hand. “It’s okay, Yvette. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” My heart pounds in my chest. I’m trying not to let my mind race over what she’s going to tell me. It could be anything, but it’s probably not good.

“I really like you,” she starts.

“I really like you, too,” I say before she can continue.

The corners of her mouth turn up just a tiny bit. “The thing is, that there are some things I’m into that I just…can’t live without.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Like, kinks, sexual things that I need.”

“Okay, like what?” I ask.

She hesitates and then whispers, “I want you to cuck me.”

“Fuck you? Like with a strap on?” I ask.

“No, cuck, like cuckold.”

I blink a few times. “Isn’t that usually a guy thing?” I don’t want to be sexist, but I’ve just never heard of that being a kink for a lesbian woman.

She nods, biting her lip. “I know, it’s unusual, but I like it.”

“What exactly does that entail?” I ask.

“I mean, it can be different for different people, but what I want is for you to tie me to a chair and make me watch while you have sex with someone else.”

“Another woman?”

“It could be, but it doesn’t have to be. I know you’ve been with men before.”

I nod. I’m more pansexual than anything else. I don’t really care what genitalia is between someone’s legs. I just like the person. Yvette only likes women, so it’s kind of surprising that she would be okay with me bringing in a man. “But why would you want to watch me with a man? You don’t even like men.”

“It’s not about being turned on watching a man and woman having sex, it’s that I get turned on watching my partner have sex with someone else while I’m forced to watch. It’s the lack of power and control that turns me on.”

I try to picture it, me with a shadowy unknown figure, having sex while Yvette sits and watches, helpless to intervene. The more I think about it, the more turned on I get.

“So, what do you think?” she asks, hesitant.

I take her hand and slide it between my thighs. I know that I’m so turned on that I’m soaked through my pants. “I think I could give it a try.”

She smiles, and kisses me, and I hope that this means that everything will be okay.

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Come back for the finale, Z is for Zipper!