Hey, I get it. We all have our kinks. But the kinkiest kinksters are generally pretty well versed in the art of consent. I assumed you’d be, too, considering how you’re considered a mentor to many others in the bondage-role-playing scene you talk so much about. So it came as something of an unpleasant surprise when the solstice party you invited my sister and me to turned into something of a swinger’s ball. My sister and I consider ourselves pretty open-minded, but we both felt taken aback by the total lack of a heads up. We’re fine with your naked hot-tubbing and leather-clad pony play, or whatever, but we’d rather hear about later than see it in the flesh.
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