No, I’ve never been a bunny girl, but it I was young and slim I might like to work in one of the clubs I’ve visited.
There is very little about me that isn’t described in some way on tis blog. I really am an open book and pretty much wear my heart on my sleeve. There are pretty much no secrets here. The people who don’t know, the people I keep secrets from are my family and friends. Perhaps if this lifestyle had come to me earlier then I would have had to be more open. I didn’t really learn or embrace the importance of sex and body positivity until quite late in life. The past 9 years has been quite the learning curve.
The significance of the collar
It is quite amusing that very few people ask why I wear a titanium ring around my neck. My hairdresser loves it and tells me so, I smile and thank her. It’s really only at munches and clubs that people know what it signifies. There people have asked what it’s made of, how long I’ve worn it and other similar questions. But no one in my family has ever enquired. But then I’m not sure we are a very inquisitive family. My mum and younger brother are pretty much too self centred to be honest.
So on that topic I have no plans to go round telling people, but it’s not a secret so if they asked then that would be a different thing.
Kinky sex and play
I’m so glad I’ve broadened my sex horizons and also grateful that I’ve had the opportunity to visit BDSM clubs. There I have met people I can speak freely with, where secrets aren’t about the fact I like impact play. Instead its the regular stuff we keep hidden, for privacy purposes of course.
The image above reminds me so much of the club we go to for CMnf. The girls who work there don’t cover their faces like those bunnies. But there is something about the ones in the picture that makes me think of them. Friends with each other and welcoming to guests they look after everyone’s needs. Especially when it comes to chocolate and food in general.
It’s been a year now since we last attended any such event or even a Munch. I feel so sad about that because they really are places I feel I can be myself. Instead we can only play at home, which until last week hadn’t really happened. There really is something about being in a more public place that appeals to me. My exhibitionist nature I guess.
Sex isn’t something readily discussed in my family, nor do I have a special friend I can talk sex with. I guess that’s how I became quite as repressed as I was. Too scared to bring the topic up. But for 9 years now I’ve been with men who have encouraged me to be more open with myself. Then there is this blog. A place that I can be open and honest, but of course that’s a secret too.
