My kinks and fantasies sit on a spectrum from those I’m super-comfortable talking about in public to those that I keep a little (or a lot!) closer to my chest. That’s true for many people, I’m sure, and I don’t see it as a bad thing; where I’m more reticent, it’s not because I’m ashamed of what I desire, nor do I think I’d disgust people by writing about those things. It’s more that some scenarios feel very situational – for want of a better word – and often more instinctively private as a result. They’re tied up in specific moods or mindsets – or people, for that matter – and it would seem odd somehow to throw them out into the wider world without that accompanying context.
Maybe that makes sense, maybe it doesn’t. I don’t know. Either way, about a year ago, I got involved in what developed into a ridiculously hot conversation on Twitter with a few people I follow/know. Ridiculously hot to me, at least. The clipboards, the lab coats, the measuring equipment, the tutting – the whole thing just works. It really turned me on at the time, and I’ve masturbated many times since then to various iterations of the scenario they described. It tapped into something that one of my partners, Malin James, also used to excellent effect when she wrote this guest story for me a few months earlier.
