If I’m getting off three times or more, it ain’t vanilla. I never have gotten bored with regular 'ol sex in all of the usual positions, it still excites the hell out of me and my partner. The closest we get to kinky is tantric, but I don’t think that’s really considered kink. We are all about the orgasms, no whips, chains, or humiliation necessary. 
All of these terms – bondage, submission, sadism, etc. – will mean exactly what you and your partner(s) want them to mean, no more and no less. But generally I’d say you’re just talking about submission, because “bondage” (to me) implies something a little more restrictive than being tied lightly with scarves or just being held down at the wrists.
That said, don’t confuse “submission” with “masochism.” BDSM and D/s, though they may share two letters, do not mean the same thing. 
To all of the women who love it when a man tells you what to do – Get back in the damn kitchen! :eek:
My tastes are pretty vanilla, but I have a few kinks.
I lurves me some small-breasted women. (“But that’s not really a fetish”, you might say. It is if you do it right.)
I love handjobs. And I’ve been watching a lot of footjob porn lately. While I’m not really into the whole dom-sub thing, the idea of a woman not being able to get off the couch because her feet are covered in jism – that really turns me on for some reason.
And I guess I’ll be the first to say it here, but I’m really into piss games. At least in theory. Showers, drinking, splashing around in, you name it. And a woman who does the pee dance then wets her pants is one of the sexiest things I can imagine.
Nope; I’m neither a masochist nor much of a service sub. (I’m more of a service top on the rare occasions when I’ve switched.)
I’ve got a couple of modes of working a power dynamic, and one of them is fairly similar to this one. (In some states of mind what I really want to do is wrestle over dominance until I’m defeated.)
That reminds me of one of my favorite jokes:
A man and a woman get on an elevator. No one else is in the car. Suddenly, the woman rips off all of her clothes, throws them to the floor, turns to the man and demands, “Make me feel like a woman!” The man rips off all of his clothes, throws them to the floor, and replies, “Pick those up!”
:: rimshot ::
Thank you, I’m here all week…
A few years back I had aquired a new lady friend. During our first sexual encounter, she got me off. I then asked her “Is there anything I can do for you?” She replied “Wash my car?”
Among others, I think the one that I find the most unusual (at least for me) is that I love to see a guy chewing gum. It just seems like such a bad boy George Raft thing to do. On the other hand, seeing a woman chewing gum grosses me out.
There’s a HUGE difference between “I want to spank you” and “I want you to spank me” as far as the comfort zone of the person who’ll be inflicting it-- I’ve always been prone to… uh, I’ve always tended to ask for it directly.
I’m sure a lot of people would love a partner who is into slow, soft, gentle intercourse with lots of cunnilingus, but it makes me shudder with loathing just to think about it. I’d rather be smothered in fluffy kittens than face a lifetime of sex like that. I’d rather go celibate-- and I did, for a year.
My personal kinks are being tied up, being confined, and being, well, in layman’s terms, smacked with various things. I like putting things in my mouth. I love being teased, for hours-- being told I can’t have things and made to watch other people enjoying them-- even for days. (Whee!) It gives me a real charge to do what my partner tells me to do, within the limits of personal safety (in other words, I’m a submissive).
It’s nice to be kinky, and I’m personally very grateful to enjoy the things I do as much as I do-- but I have to confess that it’s also rather a pain as far as finding dates. I’ve met many, MANY wonderful men whom I’d love to date, but we were just totally incompatible that way. Sometimes, they don’t even understand that they’re not capable of providing what I need-- it’s like being a lesbian and having a guy hitting on you who’s never heard of lesbians before, and doesn’t get “I like you fine, but not like that.”
As far as other people squicking me out-- let’s just say that I don’t really like pee in my face, but unlike other things I don’t like, I also won’t put up with it, even for someone I really like.
What is a kink? Does it have to involve a physical object or action, or is it a generic turn-on considered unusual? I’m definitely not telling y’all the former, but as for the latter, I find guys standing up to me & making fun of me really hot. It’s probably because I’m too darned dominant for my own good, and yet I’m always on the lookout for someone even more dominant than me and I like to test limits (“hey, honey, do you think you can do handstands?”). Pushovers & men putting me on a pedestal get a pfffft.
Grease and crumbs in the bed can be gross, but I must admit I find this strangely intriguing. 
I thought it was just crackers that were allowed in bed?
A friend of mine says that what you like sexually is normal; it’s what *everyone else * is into that’s kinky.
My kinks are pretty normal. Vanilla, like most I guess.
I mean, I LOVE the feel of slate on my naked ass. And on occassion I used to allow my self to be violated by the tentacles of medium size octopii. But then I realized the octopus was not a “willing partner” so, in order to protect its rights I started getting four friends to each strap a fake tentacle onto each hand, cover them in goo, then ravage me. I sort of got addicted to the karo syrup they were using, which brought me to my first food fetish. It go to be so serious that for a while I could not get excited unless I was covered by karo and pineapple rings. Then I would have to eat baked beans off of the ass of my partner before I was really good and ready. Once the beans made me especially gassy, and the bloated sensation awakened my desire to fill my testicles with about half a gallon of saline solution. But it only got me aroused if I could sniff a vial of sulfur while watchni gmy gigantic balls bounced to and 'fro in the mirror. While admiring myself in this fashion I once caught a glimpse of my anus, and there began my goatse kink…
…what?
I know it’s offtopic, but the first thing that popped into my head was:
Ah yes, Dr Seuss and sexual deviations go together so naturally, don’t they?
That would get you thumped if you were my boyfriend… Unfortunately my husband has been well and truly bashed for trying to wake me up for sex. I feel really bad about it afterwards and would like to make amends, but I am a very, very VERY deep sleeper and I cannot BEAR to be woken up by someone touching me. And it’s hard to make amends with a bruised and sulking husband - they tend not to respond too well…
So unfortunately that particular “kink” is out for us.
Not Dr. Seuss. It’s from Boundin’ a Pixar short film.
Well quite, but it’s the kind of dialogue Seuss could have written if he was writing a book on kinks.
I’ve had a fetish for pointe shoes since I can remember. I thought it was something that nobody else had but I eventually discovered it seems to be a global fetish and a lot more people have it than anyone knows.
I have a fetish for zombie threads.
It is you or your partner(s) or do both of you wear zombie threads? 