2am

2am and too much tequila. It all has me thinking about kink. After much reflection I have come to understand something about myself. I'm kinky, perhaps not terribly so, but enough. I read the graphic novel version of "The Story of O" a few weeks ago, damn sexy. And though I found "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty" to be boring, I can attribute it to bad writing (sorry Anne) rather than content. Although I am not against tender romantic sex, I don't crave it. My sex fantasies usually involve either some level of violence or coercion. Even when I reflect back to my earliest sex fantasies they involve either coercion or violence. The porn I enjoy is all pretty kinky. So here I am kinky girl in the straight and normal world. I know it's not unusual but I am not sure where I will go from here.