Dear reader, please excuse me if this piece is a little disjointed. I’m dealing with some outside challenges at the moment, and I’m a little cum-drunk from a very long, albeit successful, but draining writing session yesterday.
I think we all easily get focused on what we want. As I just wrote in the comment to my last post (#156 on cunnilingus), I want each new sexual experience to surpass my past ones, and that’s a lot to ask. Hermione’s Heart blog brunch this week focused on the acronyms that we think accurately label us, and I had to answer that for me it’s fluid and it’s complicated, so it’s difficult to specify.
Nevertheless, I wanted to focus for a moment on the things I don’t want, the territory I do not want explored, my hard limits. The trouble there is that I keep moving the goal posts further back all the time. Let me elucidate. My first hard limit has always been that there should be no blood. I’ve taken canings, I’ve received welts, marks that have endured for days, but I don’t want the skin broken. In that same mindset of, “let’s take it a little bit passed the last landmark, let’s push my boundaries,” now I question that one just a little bit.
In the same way, I’ve always had the hard limit that one should not ask me to accept a cock or a toy that’s been up my ass into my mouth right afterward. This is called Ass To Mouth, like a bank’s ATM. There are germs back there that can make one very sick if ingested. The trouble is that porno movies routinely show this behavior, so it becomes accepted. And, in the moment of passion between two (or more) caring adults, those boundary lines can get blurry.
So what I’m finally saying is that those two WERE my hard limits, but things are fuzzy right now. I, therefore, will probably write stories that feature these acts. Know, faithful reader, that most of my writing comes from a place that is imagination, not reality. And, the reason I’m writing this is to provide a forum to discuss YOUR limits. I look forward to your comments.