Discovering My Passion For Bondage

I suspect I’m hardwired for kink

Holly Paige
More Than Sex
Published in
6 min readJun 30, 2019

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For some reason, the act of bondage has always excited me. In my sexual explorations, I’ve discovered this mentality behind being restrained — a vulnerability that sets my heart all a flutter.

It makes me feel sexier — seriously desired — and sends an adrenaline rush from my heart to my…well, you know where.

As a modern and self-sufficient woman who’s fairly ambitious and prefers to be in control outside the bedroom, I admit there’s a romance to sensual bondage. In my partner’s domination of me, sexually. In my submission to him. In giving up my control.

It can be something as simple as him grabbing my wrists and throwing them above my head, my back against the wall as he’s kissing me, pressing himself into me before we’ve even had the chance to remove a shred of clothing. There’s something there that just lights up all of my nerve endings. All of them.

Despite how self-conscious I sometimes feel in my body, I’m pretty much a sex goddess at that point. I’m ravenous for pleasure — both vulnerable and somehow more confident at the same time. I go from zero to eighty in about two seconds flat.

I start to forget myself as the high takes over me, making my pulse race and my core wet.

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Holly Paige
More Than Sex

Curious creature, pursuer of passion, unbeliever in limiting or lengthy bios. Email me at hollypaige.writer@gmail.com.