Answers to Those Interview Questions -- Only for the Brave
Here's a fun game.
Reply to this post with "interview me" and I will ask you 4 or 5 totally invasive and personal questions, which you must answer in your next post. Doesn't that sound swell?
Anyway, here are my answers to the questions posed to me by pleasekillmel.
If you don't want to know too much, don't read.
1. What was your first orgasm like? How did it happen?
Funny thing is: I cannot remember, exactly. I definitely hopped on the masturbation bus at a disturbingly early age; I remember having orgasms as young as five years old, and probably even before -- being able to rub against stuff in a certain way that just felt good. Like, my bedpost. I didn't even realize that such an act was sexual in nature until later, when someone actually defined "orgasm" for me.
2. At what point did you become aware of any non-vanilla desires? What was your first expression of that?
As a kid in a very anti-censorship family, my parents were very open with letting me read or watch on television whatever I wanted. So, I was watching R-rated movies in elementary school (with the mature understanding that none of what I was seeing was real, of course). Anyway, I found that any kidnapping scenes involving a woman being carried away, tied up, etc., were mightily intriguing. I would visualize myself in said kidnapee's place at the ol' bedpost that night, and have a grand old time. The odd rape scene I might witness in a movie or read in a book would send me over the edge with weird little-kid horniness. Especially if I read it in a book.
I also recall my first fantasy, which involved me as a helicopter pilot (yeah, who knows where that came from?) who crashed my vehicle, remaining undamaged myself. Some guy would rescue me, take me to a hospital, strap me to a bed and not allow me to leave or even move. That was it. But I totally got off on it. This took place when I was super young. Again, around four or five. In fact, in my ever-changing private fantasies, I have never once found anything vanilla remotely interesting.
Anyway, my first expression of this didn't come until my sophomore year of college with my current boyfriend, when I decided "To hell with it; I'm going to tell someone about this and see what happens." Turns out he'd been waiting to do the very same. My non-vanilla-ness has evolved and changed into something that totally suits me right now. I am happy, satisfied, and kinky all the time. :)
3. Best sexual experience?
Wowzers. There have been so many of those. I've literally been sitting here for like, thirty minutes pondering this question, trying to pick just one. It's made for some pleasant memories. Okay, here's one. I offer this one up because it was not only great, but it was totally reckless and lasted all day.
This summer, my boyfriend and I decided to drive to Dupont Forest, a popular place to hike in Hendersonville. It's about a forty-five minute drive from my house, and I was expecting just that: a regular forty-five minute drive. However, as soon as we got into the car, a totally unanticipated kidnapping scene began. After he threatened me and told me in a menacing voice to drive, he spent the entire ride distracting the hell out of me with groping, pinching, twisting, slapping, and deliciously insulting whisperings. About halfway there, he made me pull over and remove my shorts and underwear, and proceeded to give me my first on-the-road orgasm using his hands. While I was driving? Yes. Dangerous? Yes. But the high risk of getting in a fatal accident was far from my mind, so of course I went along with it. You would have done the same.
When we arrived, things had to cool down a bit and clothes had to be put back on, as we were in a crowded parking lot. But the cool-down was only outward, of course, because I was still being kidnapped. He grabbed me roughly by the hand and led me on a long hike to a waterfall (also swarming with tourists); I was aware we looked like some random couple as we walked, but I was actually a captive, and not a damn one of them could help me (I was actually so into it I even tried the pleading eyes on a few people. He just laughed).
When we arrived at the waterfall, we walked a distance away from the mass of people, and he suddenly pulled me behind a large boulder, hiding us from view. There, I had to take off my shirt (which he just tossed aside into a puddle of mud!), and remain quiet while he pinned my hands to the rock and did and said many more terrible things to me. I could hear people just feet away on the other side of the rock. I was nervous, but too wrapped up in the fantasy to care much -- and the fact that he obviously didn't give a damn was extremely exciting. And so came my first and only on-a-boulder orgasm.
After quickly clothing myself in an uncomfortable muddy shirt, we milled around a bit more and drove home in much the same manner as before. I was subsequently flogged until completely red and raped by my kidnapper to finish off the evening.
The End.
4. Worst sexual experience?
This one is pretty classic, I guess. The night before I was going off to college for my freshman year, my dad came downstairs for a midnight snack/beer and caught my now ex-boyfriend and me in the living room. Naked. Sweaty. Really seconds away from going for the condom and fucking like bunnies. Needless to say, it killed the mood, caused nearly a year of unbearable awkwardness between my father and Tim, and made it so I couldn't even speak the guy's name in my dad's presence lest he should grow pale with mortal rage. Oh, calamity.
5. How did your upbringing influence your sexuality and how did you deal with that?
Good question. This is a question I researched last year as part of a psychology course. Why do people become kinky? This is an important question to me, as I'm not just fleetingly interested in kink; I'm 100% submissive/masochist/crazy person. I don't have a choice. Anyway, the explanations I read in the tomes of the UNCA library seem pretty intuitive and actually do match my situation. You know, wacko parents; one is sort of abusive and the other just smiles and takes shit. Inconsistent discipline. Encouraged repression of anything sexual. Blah blah blah blah. But these are things I don't like to dwell on too much, if at all. I have learned to love how screwed up I am. Yay!
Reply to this post with "interview me" and I will ask you 4 or 5 totally invasive and personal questions, which you must answer in your next post. Doesn't that sound swell?
Anyway, here are my answers to the questions posed to me by pleasekillmel.
If you don't want to know too much, don't read.
1. What was your first orgasm like? How did it happen?
Funny thing is: I cannot remember, exactly. I definitely hopped on the masturbation bus at a disturbingly early age; I remember having orgasms as young as five years old, and probably even before -- being able to rub against stuff in a certain way that just felt good. Like, my bedpost. I didn't even realize that such an act was sexual in nature until later, when someone actually defined "orgasm" for me.
2. At what point did you become aware of any non-vanilla desires? What was your first expression of that?
As a kid in a very anti-censorship family, my parents were very open with letting me read or watch on television whatever I wanted. So, I was watching R-rated movies in elementary school (with the mature understanding that none of what I was seeing was real, of course). Anyway, I found that any kidnapping scenes involving a woman being carried away, tied up, etc., were mightily intriguing. I would visualize myself in said kidnapee's place at the ol' bedpost that night, and have a grand old time. The odd rape scene I might witness in a movie or read in a book would send me over the edge with weird little-kid horniness. Especially if I read it in a book.
I also recall my first fantasy, which involved me as a helicopter pilot (yeah, who knows where that came from?) who crashed my vehicle, remaining undamaged myself. Some guy would rescue me, take me to a hospital, strap me to a bed and not allow me to leave or even move. That was it. But I totally got off on it. This took place when I was super young. Again, around four or five. In fact, in my ever-changing private fantasies, I have never once found anything vanilla remotely interesting.
Anyway, my first expression of this didn't come until my sophomore year of college with my current boyfriend, when I decided "To hell with it; I'm going to tell someone about this and see what happens." Turns out he'd been waiting to do the very same. My non-vanilla-ness has evolved and changed into something that totally suits me right now. I am happy, satisfied, and kinky all the time. :)
3. Best sexual experience?
Wowzers. There have been so many of those. I've literally been sitting here for like, thirty minutes pondering this question, trying to pick just one. It's made for some pleasant memories. Okay, here's one. I offer this one up because it was not only great, but it was totally reckless and lasted all day.
This summer, my boyfriend and I decided to drive to Dupont Forest, a popular place to hike in Hendersonville. It's about a forty-five minute drive from my house, and I was expecting just that: a regular forty-five minute drive. However, as soon as we got into the car, a totally unanticipated kidnapping scene began. After he threatened me and told me in a menacing voice to drive, he spent the entire ride distracting the hell out of me with groping, pinching, twisting, slapping, and deliciously insulting whisperings. About halfway there, he made me pull over and remove my shorts and underwear, and proceeded to give me my first on-the-road orgasm using his hands. While I was driving? Yes. Dangerous? Yes. But the high risk of getting in a fatal accident was far from my mind, so of course I went along with it. You would have done the same.
When we arrived, things had to cool down a bit and clothes had to be put back on, as we were in a crowded parking lot. But the cool-down was only outward, of course, because I was still being kidnapped. He grabbed me roughly by the hand and led me on a long hike to a waterfall (also swarming with tourists); I was aware we looked like some random couple as we walked, but I was actually a captive, and not a damn one of them could help me (I was actually so into it I even tried the pleading eyes on a few people. He just laughed).
When we arrived at the waterfall, we walked a distance away from the mass of people, and he suddenly pulled me behind a large boulder, hiding us from view. There, I had to take off my shirt (which he just tossed aside into a puddle of mud!), and remain quiet while he pinned my hands to the rock and did and said many more terrible things to me. I could hear people just feet away on the other side of the rock. I was nervous, but too wrapped up in the fantasy to care much -- and the fact that he obviously didn't give a damn was extremely exciting. And so came my first and only on-a-boulder orgasm.
After quickly clothing myself in an uncomfortable muddy shirt, we milled around a bit more and drove home in much the same manner as before. I was subsequently flogged until completely red and raped by my kidnapper to finish off the evening.
The End.
4. Worst sexual experience?
This one is pretty classic, I guess. The night before I was going off to college for my freshman year, my dad came downstairs for a midnight snack/beer and caught my now ex-boyfriend and me in the living room. Naked. Sweaty. Really seconds away from going for the condom and fucking like bunnies. Needless to say, it killed the mood, caused nearly a year of unbearable awkwardness between my father and Tim, and made it so I couldn't even speak the guy's name in my dad's presence lest he should grow pale with mortal rage. Oh, calamity.
5. How did your upbringing influence your sexuality and how did you deal with that?
Good question. This is a question I researched last year as part of a psychology course. Why do people become kinky? This is an important question to me, as I'm not just fleetingly interested in kink; I'm 100% submissive/masochist/crazy person. I don't have a choice. Anyway, the explanations I read in the tomes of the UNCA library seem pretty intuitive and actually do match my situation. You know, wacko parents; one is sort of abusive and the other just smiles and takes shit. Inconsistent discipline. Encouraged repression of anything sexual. Blah blah blah blah. But these are things I don't like to dwell on too much, if at all. I have learned to love how screwed up I am. Yay!