Bethany looked forward to this time of night. Pushing the soft sheets aside with her feet, she reached under the mattress and pulled out the dog-eared book that she has had for so long. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy things like this. If anyone else in the house found out, she would be so embarrassed. Checking again to make sure the door was closed, she wiggled her bottom against the bed til her t-shirt rode up. One hand snaked down to between her legs, while the other flipped open to her favorite section. She practically had it memorized. She sighed as each hand found the right spot. She began to read, waiting to get that part that she loved so much.

Kinky fiction is essential for so many reasons. Fiction is where people start their erotic journey. It’s through fiction that I and many other people first found arousal in alternative sexual practices or situations. For myself, it was when I was an early teenager and was reading a novel that I first really felt aroused. The characters had tied their babysitter to a tree and had started to torment her. I could feel my face get hot, my heartbeat speed up, and realized that my cock was getting hard.

We put ourselves into the stories that we read. By imagining ourselves as the characters in the story, we can immerse ourselves in the situation. We can taste the sting of the whip, or feel how it is to say harsh things to our partners and feel their swooning in response. We can try on different personality traits or desires and see how they make us feel, both in our minds and seeing how our bodies react. For me, after much exploring, it turned out the role of the tormentor was the one that turned me on the most. The idea of forcing a partner into doing what I want them to do, being what I wanted them to be, and to suffer for me was intoxicating.