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Welcome back to the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews.
Today K is for Kinky and how I figured out I might just be the kinky friend.
Have you ever played this game called Cards Against Humanity? I would think if you frequent my blog you are probably the type of person that would enjoy this humor. It's more fun when you play with people who "get" you.
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The point of the game is to play cards that appeal to the other players so they will pick your card and you will win. (And winning is fun)
The cards you play are supposed to correspond with the prompt card in the middle. But it is very fun if you can make the cards make sense together and also appeal to something about the person's nature.
Here is a fun clip of some of the ladies from Downton Abbey playing Cards Against Humanity.
Anyway, in order to win you suss out pretty quickly the types of cards your friends will pick. My one girlfriend gravitates toward any card that has food on it or has to do with eating (she's actually quite skinny, but apparently is having a secret love affair with food none of us knew about). My other friend will not pick any cards she deems too dirty, or gross her out in any way. So you could play this either way, you could try to appeal to her prim nature and give her boring cards or you could save all your dirtiest and most offense cards for her to see who can get her to pull the biggest face (that is usually my tactic—it might be a not so secret competition between me and Mr. McKay).
After you have decided which cards to play for your friends, you start to notice a pattern in the cards they are playing for you. It was during a rather rousing game that I realized I had been dubbed the kinky friend. Who would have thought?
Fair enough this was after I had admitted to loving anal in a drunken state in front of a few of these friends. But it was before the party where I got drunk and broke out the strap-on we won at sex toy bingo.
I guess if I was trying to be closet kinky I kind of out myself every time someone puts down a card referring to lube or anal sex and I go, "Oh, yeah, it's a good night!"
Mr. McKay is eternally baffled that I can be so embarrassed and secretive about my kinkiness in one minute and then two beers in I am ready to tell you anything you want to know. Maybe because I feel comfortable with our friends?
Who knows why really, but at least no one thinks I'm boring. If anything we might be the couple to envy at the party.
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