Ei kai se mahdotonta ole, koska jopa minä olen sellaisen suhteen onnistunut kokemaan. Pitäisi varmaan mennä nukkumaan eikä kirjoitella mitään vakavaa tänne nettiin, mutta melkein jopa väitän, että kinkypuoltakin sisältävissä suhteissa on sellainen yksi ulottuvuus lisää erotiikassa, mikä osaltaan vahvistaa/syventää sitä keskeistä vuorovaikutusta, ja sen myötä myös rakastamisen mahdollisuutta.

Ymmärrän kyllä avausviestistä, jos siitä pelkästä fetissilistasta on vaikea edetä mihinkään. Omalla kohdallani ne vahvimmin eletyt kinkysuhteet ovat löytyneet ihan vaniljatapaamisten merkeistä, ja siitä sitten kehkeytyneet. Tähän ei nyt muotoudu mitään fiksua jatkolausetta, mutta on tässä itselleni jäänyt sellainen olo, että ehkäpä se kinky elämänkumppani löytyy jatkossakin tuolta jostain muualta maailmasta.

Tuomitseminen on himpun verran raffi termi. Jos joku suuntaus tai muoto on kunnolla dissonanssissa omiin katsomuksiini nähden, niin kuulo- ja näköetäisyyden säilyttäminen on yleensä helppoa. Joskus, tosin hyvin harvoin tulee tilanteita tyyliin suora kysymys - suora vastaus joka johtaa useimmiten kysyjän kannalta epämukavaan tunteeseen.

Mikä tuottaa jollekin euforista nautintoa saattaa sitävastoin jotain toista puistattaa pahastikin. Ihmisen seksuaalisuus on tämänkin vuoksi aika mielenkiintoinen ja loputon aihealue. Itse hyvinkin weirdona tapauksena (monien mielestä) kokemuksen pinnallisella kurkkuäänellä voin puolestani vahvistaa.

Tapahtumaa ei järjestetä koska on sateen uhkaa. / Event is cancelled because there is a high risk of rain.

Fetlife-ryhmän Kinky Finland -miitti järkätään lauantaina 11.7. klo 17.00 eteenpäin.

Paikkana totuttuun tapaan Thirsty Scholar ja paikalle pääsee helposti bussilla, ratikalla tai metrolla. Baari on myös lyhyen kävelymatkan päässä asemalta.
Osoite: Fabianinkatu 37, 00170 Helsinki

Meille on varattu kokonaan baarin isoin tila, joka on käytännössä mahdoton missata, jos vain lähdet baaritiskiä kohti, sillä se tulee heti ensimmäisenä vastaan kulkiessasi ensimmäiset portaat alaspäin. Pöydillä on laput joissa lukee joko red scarf, varattu tms.

Lisäinfoa saa allekirjoittaneelta tai https://fetlife.com/events/2026/07/11/kinky-finland-munch-11th-of-july-m4vlfy
P.S Seuraavat miittipäivät ovat:


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5.9.

        I can’t read peoples minds. I can see them. It’s like a projection of silver shadow around them when they seem to be working, reading, or staring into the distance. Most are sexual in nature. Not all. I have seen silver dogs at their owners feet, or running beside them at the park. Old man sitting on a park bench reading his own silver headstone with todays date on it. Not nearly all people have them. But my ability makes it really easy to find the people that do. From those people, it’s even more easy to find my kink kind of people.
   Tonight I’m here, at the cemetary. There are a few cars at the parking lot, but most walked, or took their bikes. The sun is not setting, but it’s still a couple of weeks until summer solstice. We have the perfect amount of light and shadow. Very cosy for a cemetery in the middle of the woods. I’m walking the main path across the lot. I can see a couple of friends here and there, doing their own thing. I can see Jenna, who is the latest arrival, sitting on a blanket legs crossed, doing what looks like breath magic. A ball of silver mist infront of her started as a size of an orange, is slowly getting bigger. The ball of mist swallows her whole, now it looks like she is inside it. Never changing her breathing technique she removes her top and leans back to lay down. I look the other way. We are on the out and open. Being witnessed and acknowledged is great. But the focus here is is still doing our own thing.
   Mindy is standing by her husbands grave. She looks at me with her hand on her heart and nods her head as I’m walking by. Her silver consists of two shadows in lovers embrace, making love next to freshly planted flowers on the year old grave. I nod back but she’s already closed her eyes, smiling to herself, swaying her body to the sweet memory. Wonder what it’s like, being that in love with someone. The though doesn’t last as I’m walking on.
   The path reaches the older side of the graveyard as I continue walking. The trail is more narrow, less kept. The trees seem bigger and there is more of them. The tomdstones have some wear and tear on them, some are growing moss. As I’m walking past I see a three trunk with hands around it, like it’s getting a hug from the other side. Must be Josie. She has completly removed her clothing, her body and forehead leaning against the bark. It takes me a second, then I see her silver mist moving between her body into the three and back. I’m sure she heard my steps. My attention goes from Jodie to the voice I hear from a little farther ahead. Lily is in between old graves. She looks gorgeous in her black corset dress, where the skirt is barely covering anything. For anyone else it might look like she’s masturbating on her knees, almost down on all fours, but I can see her silver mist. Except it’s not a mist. Her silver shadow is definitely more solid than that. And she’s riding it.
   Walking with this much humitidy in the air makes the fabric of my summer dress stick to my skin, and my hair to my face. Nearly there, I remind myself when I feel familiar sensation between my thighs as my juices start flowing. Good. Less friction for my thunder thighs. The walk was starting to become uncomfortable. My very wet summer pussy is drooling, jealous of the buttplug I inserted at home before coming here. I can feel it every step, the pressure, the mass. Still can’t believe I couldn’t get my favorite one to fit in. My asshole would not take it. Usually getting the tip in is a start of all the fun. This time it was like the rim forgat how to stretch. Had to switch to the first one I ever bought, one for beginners. I’m shaking my head to myself. I really need to loosen up.
   ”Here is my spot” I’m talking to it like an old friend. The tombstone is the perfect hight and shape. The name is hard to read, but it’s at least a couple of hundred years old. The stone has obviously moved at least once since the burial, to make way for the new path. A big pine three rises from behind the headstone. Making the headstone into like an altar of sorts.  I ask promission guietly in my mind, before proceeding.
   My silver mist is the image of me. She has been following me from the parking lot. She is quite solid,  same goes to the whipping rod in her hand. Her summer dress however is transparent. Watching myself in 3D is much more pleasant than seeing myself in the mirror. The curves on me…  I lift by dress to expose my rear and lean forward, my hands now on the cold headstone. Right away, from the first lash across my ass cheecks my brains light up like a christmas three. My mind fills up in bright colors. Something similar to fireworks, only better. Each whiplash, the fourth and the fifth, takes the tension from my body so much so that I can’t feel the mass up my butthole anymore. Have to do a little booty shaking. Little twerking in between spankings. I alternate between tensing and relaxing my secondary fuck hole. Oh, it’s still there. Guess the bigger one would just slide in without a complaints right now. But I don’t need more. I stand up right, say thanks to the spirit of the shrine. A brief warm up is all I need right now.
   I’m glad my blood is running again, but I’m losing interest in what is happening. My silver mist on the other hand is still on full play mode. I’m watching her play with  her nipple piercings, pinching, rubbing, while the other hand is up in her hair grapping a fistfull from the back of her head. This continues as we are walking back towards the last people we walked past. Lily. I think I might have a teeny tiny crush on her. She looks up and gives me a smile. She is quite the sight, laying on her back on the ground. ”Up for a little face sitting?” I hear her say. My pussy did a flip. I nod for a yes. Thats all it took for me to get back in the play mode. Two seconds and her head is between my knees. She is eating me out like a pro. I could easily fall into 69, but I want my hands on her perky C cups while I get closer to climax. They are practically falling out of her corset dress. Lilys legs are apart, her glittering juices telling she has come several times already. While my hands are enjoying her breasts my silver mist lies down, face between her legs. I’m watching my tongue lapping between her labia, mouth settle on top of the clitoris. Lily is grinding her pelvis against my face. A wave of heat is taking me over. Lilys tongue is hitting the right spot on every lick, under and around my clitoris hood. I wanted to delay it but couldn’t hold back. I cum hard on her face, while moaning and urging her not to stop. She gets the message…
   Grinding her face is bliss. At some point Lilys silver mist had joined us, finger fucking mine…

   To be continued...