Sara's Sexy Sunday Shenanigans - It's Totally a Thing - #BDSM #Fetish #Kinky

So honestly, I've been thinking about posting something like this for some time. From what I've gathered, people like to visit my blog in order to find the hottest new releases in spanking romance, see my adventures in the world of kink, but I've yet to really share intel into my dark and creative mind. 

What turns me on? 

What do I find freaking sexy about kink and what drew me to it in the first place?

I'm sure all my readers have lots of questions, and I'll try to answer one's I think you might want to know, but without intel from all of my lovely lurkers 

(I know you're there - blogger tell me I have views  - hehe),

I won't know what you want to know about me. 

So if you have a question, feel free to leave it in the comments 

(you can be totally anonymous, I'm an open book!)

So anyway, here goes. 

What drew me to kink?

Honestly, I have no idea. I was spanked only once as a kid, and hated it from what I remember, but ever since grade school, I was one of those girls who got all embarrassed when anyone would mention the word spank, and I would look the word up in the dictionary, along with thrash, paddle, whip.. and various other things. I would read a romance novel, and be disappointed a stern alpha man wouldn't take the heroine over his knee for a sound spanking 

(especially when she really deserved it)...

I remember finding VC Andrews, and one of her books (I can't remember the title) had a belting scene that left me wet every single time. And boy, you can guarantee I had that passage ear marked. A few other books I read had threats.. and Catherine Spangler comes to mind now that I think about it.

I even remember playing by myself in my room with stuffed animals, and the big bear that I had always had a group of women (my other stuffies) he had to spank to keep in line. 

Kink has always been a part of me, and I finally entered the party scene with my husband around five or six years ago in my early twenties. Now he's a whole nother story - he wasn't kinky at all - a strict vanilla from the start. 

I totally converted him, and I'm proud to say so. 
See below for photographic evidence....

So, I think that's enough for now, and maybe I'll post another next week on the topic of converting my vanilla husband to a sadistic, yet lovable, spank-o-holic.