Horsing Around

“Charlie?”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to be a pony?”

One of the things I’m really coming to love about the kink world is its endless ability to present me with situations that I never thought I’d encounter.

Unfortunately as previously discussed, I’m not always the best at recognising situations and, when I do, can often be pretty poor about articulating my desires. Whilst my immediate answer is often “Umm…” When, with the benefit of a few hours (or days) thought the answer is far more likely to be a definite “Holy fuck yes that sounds like fun!”

This particular incident took some real processing because I had to disentangle how much of this was me and how much was stuff that I’ve read.

For many years I was something of an armchair kinkster. An odd by-product of that is that sometimes I’ll be incredibly turned on by the idea of something not because of some unspecified deep-seated longing, but because I read about it in a book by a quite good writer and, well, quite frankly there are people out there who could make tooth extraction sexy [that last bit was a lie, this is impossible and please please nobody ever try to eroticise this, I don’t think I could handle it]. I make no secret of the powerful influence Penny Birch had on my as an adolescent and pony play is something of a recurring theme, leading to the following thought process.

That sounds like fun.

Wait, does it really or is it just because I’ve read about it?

What do you mean?

Has reading this stuff… changed me?

But it still sounds like fun yeah? So what’s the difference?

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Holy crap I’m proving the Daily Mail right!