A Case for Vagueness in Kink Confessions

So, I was this grad-school dropout-turned-Mommy type who decided to indulge in some hardcore DDLG play with a willing partner. We started out slow, but then it quickly escalated into something that made even my usual coffee dates seem like bland academic lectures. The whole setup was about as straightforward as an existentialist novel, I mean, who needs clear communication when you can dive straight into implied consent and vague euphemisms, right? Anyway, the point is, after a particularly intense session of 'discipline' that left us both questioning our choices and possibly each other's sanity, I realized how utterly pointless it would be to get too graphic in my confession. So here’s me trying to sum up this whole escapade with just enough details to make you go, ‘Oh, interesting,’ but not so much that I have to start quoting Freud or anything. So yeah, another day in the life of a Mommy gone slightly rogue and back again, now if only I could figure out how to translate that into an actual grad-school dissertation topic. Oh well, at least it’s one hell of an anecdote for the inevitable therapy session.