BDSM In Public
It’s not often that one engages in BDSM in public, so it’s something to remember, at least. But I have to admit, it didn’t turn me into a ravenously horny sex beast.
I fact, it wasn’t that great.
I got to keep my clothes on, which is one big reason why I was willing to do it. Getting the kit off in a small booth while the great unwashed strolled by was not a thrilling prospect.
The biker guy told me to lean against the wooden X with my hands up against each crossbar and my legs spread…
This is an excerpt from “BDSM In Public Is Not My Bag, Baby”, a special column at For The Girls erotic ezine for women.
