Today’s moment of joy features a kinky dominant sadist of a book-boyfriend Scotsman, having a quiet conversation with a friend at the kink club about the difficulty of finding a good long-term relationship partner:

“It’s a puzzle, isn’t it?” Kate mused. “The quest for that perfect match.”

Next to her, Connor shifted.

“Aye, it’s nae easy task,” he replied. “Even vanilla dating isn’t easy, but for us? Ye have all the mundane matching tae to do – politics, religion, lifestyle, personality, sexual orientation. Then the deeper stuff — how do ye feel about kids, how do ye balance work and home, are your families going to hate each other, how do ye split the bills? And then ye’ve got kink – how submissive are ye, really? How much pleasure to how much pain? Can I meet your needs, all of em? Can ye meet mine? I knew a girl,” he added, brogue thickening with old frustration although he said it with a certain humor. “Beautiful girl. Sweet as honeysuckle, pure submissive, perfect match.”

“But?” Kate prompted, smiling.

“But she was into watersports,” Connor said and shook his head. “Every scene had to end with me pissing on her. Not my thing at all. And it’s one thing in the club or the shower, but every bloody time! Woman, that’s a five-thousand-dollar mattress! I’m nae pissing on it! Ye find someone else to play Betsy-Wetsy with ye.”

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