[Poll] Perceived Kinkiness
I am having a crappy day, people. I come to you for entertainment and distraction.
So, the other day - or maybe it was the other week; I'm not exactly Speedy Jenny, here - frostfire_17 said something that interested me. She said that she thinks Reboot Kirk would be kinkier than TOS Kirk ( Read more... )
So, the other day - or maybe it was the other week; I'm not exactly Speedy Jenny, here - frostfire_17 said something that interested me. She said that she thinks Reboot Kirk would be kinkier than TOS Kirk ( Read more... )
1. That 96 hours of non-stop, not-even-for-a-minute, ritually-required-on-a-first-date marathon-fucking he didn't realize he'd signed up for when he hit on the cute couple visiting Earth from Teealth. Fine, he couldn't die anymore, but apparently that in no way meant he had the recreational stamina of a Teealthian. After 50-odd hours with them he was wishing he could die. Now. Immediately. Maybe it hadn't been that great for them either; when he left their hotel room four evenings after he entered it they kissed him goodbye, but they sure weren't eagerly inviting him to stop over if ever he was near their planet.
After he slowly, carefully staggered (calling it crawling would've been undignified) into the hotel's restaurant just before it stopped serving and took care of his most pressing biological needs, he ended up throwing himself off the nearest tall office building. Having to deal with the incredibly tender, raw, in fact, lack of skin on his important bits while it healed the slow, living way would have been far more painful than a quickish death.
2. Being rimmed by that guy Ka J'Athor on that planet out in the back of beyond. Rimming, usually he was a big fan, but that guy's tongue just went places, distances it really had no business going. Still made him shiver -- not in a good way -- to think about it. He managed not to toss his cookies at the time, but only just. Once they got to fucking though, that was fine, fun even with such a bendy, strong partner. He made himself a mental note in case he ever got lost in that particular backwater part of the universe again: those tall sexy guys with the facial tattoos and tentacle-hair: great for fucking, but absolutely no rimming.
3. The extended session of "tickling him with soft feather-toys every time he got close to coming" with the three lovely purple young ladies on Marapnir didn't seem like that much of a hardship at the time (even though he was rather ticklish, which quickly turned the whole thing maybe not-quite-as-sexy as the Marapniri ladies thought). The problem was more afterwards. He was never able to have sex with any feathered creature again -- he'd feel the feathers and promptly start laughing and lose his hard-on in automatic reflex. This was not just a shame in terms of limiting partners. It was worse to discover this the first time, a few months later, by inadvertently insulting not just some random about-to-be-sex-partner but one who turned out to be the local Offworlder Relations Minister's senior heir. Oops.
4. He was all for bondage, really. And it truly wasn't that the gorgeous redhead on Liannyiun told him that he'd have to handweave and embroider the straps she'd be using to tie him up before there'd be any sex -- he liked assertive women, after all. Nor even that she said he'd better do it fast, she didn't have all day (And what?! Buying restraints or using ones that had seen use before, what kind of lower-caste personage did he take her for? Certainly she was slumming to be sleeping with him, but she wasn't going to sink that far!). He did end up learning some new speed-cross-stitching techniques, which might come in handy for emergency interior decorating or field surgery someday.
It was just, he'd thought the faint tingling in his fingertips had been from stabbing himself with the embroidery needle. Hey, he was hurrying. Unfortunately it became apparent, after he was naked, trussed up, and getting quite a blowjob (high-class finishing schools in this quadrant must be excellent), that the combination of his bodily fluids -- to some extent his sweat, but definitely his semen -- with the fibers the restraints were woven of gave him an extremely unpleasant allergic reaction. Itchy, itchy hives, ouch. Right around then the appeal of a bossy gorgeous woman telling him sweet nothings like "No, you motherless monkey of a slumboy, I will not untie you until you've used that fast-talking tongue to made me come properly at least ten times," wore off amazingly quickly.
5. Never, ever, ever again. He couldn't even so much as look at a bowl of custard anymore without wanting to run fast and far.
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