Sex chat with robot spanking
Last November, the New York Times' Modern Love column ran an essay by lifelong spanko (official term) Jillian Keenan, called "Finding the Courage to Reveal a Fetish." As she put it, "For as long as I remember, I’ve been fairly obsessed with spanking.This obsession felt impossible to share, so I was always hungry for cues that someone could relate." I relate.It's not like slavering over cheerleaders, or fantasizing about sex on the beach at sunset.When I was a kid I used to look up the word "spanking" in the dictionary, and I got a visceral thrill when I saw a spanking scene on “Little House on the Prairie” or “I Love Lucy.” At times, spanking was an obsession, and one made all the more torturous for the shame I felt harboring it.
Let me clarify something: I'm not "into" spanking the way you might be "into" Celine Dion or “The Bourne Identity.” Spanking is a part of my psyche, an essential element of my sexuality.Six weeks after we started dating, I told Emily my secret.We were in bed, still in those heady, lust-filled days of a new relationship.Or, if nothing else, that there were a lot more sick people like me out there.I dated Jennifer during the advent of the Internet, and when she was out of the apartment I'd spend hours in spanking chat rooms or looking at spanking photos.