There are some acts of intimacy that are so unbearably perfect in my imagination, that I almost hesitate to bring them to fruition. Even dreaming of them feels risky, and yet, if I give them a moment’s consideration, they consume me. Being bathed is one of those fantasies.
I love clothespins. They are, hands down, my favourite pervertable (a common household object, re-purposed for sex or kink). They are cheap, easy to use, not overly intense but still biting enough that they do the trick, and they don’t read as ‘kink object’ so if you’re anything like me, you can enjoy the taboo…