Was I an idiot for ending a kinky relationship?

When I finished with her I knew what reaction some of my acquaintances would have. To put it bluntly, I was an idiot.

To them I had everything: she was submissive; more than a dozen years younger than me; kinky as hell and amazing to look at. She was all of these things and more.

But we had nothing in common.

She couldn’t abide sci-fi and her idea of a great weekend was sitting in bed watching drama films and TV shows on YouTube. My musical taste was radically different to hers and when we spoke about life, the universe and everything it inevitably came back to her faith. And don’t get me started on food. To her my cooking was bland. Hers was inedible.

As a playmate she would have been great. If all that we did was bondage and spanking and humiliation we’d have gotten on like a house on fire. Only we didn’t. We tried to have a “relationship” and that was bound to fail.

It is something we kinksters can easily forget. Yes, the thrill of finding someone into the same perverted pleasures as us is wonderful and liberating. We can feel so accepted that we gloss over the rest of the things that we actually need to form a long lasting friendship and maybe even relationship. If those other things aren’t there you’ll end up like we did – sat in a room in silence looking at the TV and wondering what the fuck we’re doing.

So was I an idiot for deciding to break up with this girl? Maybe, but I’d have been a bigger idiot if I’d allowed such an unfulfilling relationship to carry on and found myself stuck in something it was hard to get out of.

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I'm a creative dominant type with a love of BDSM and fetishism. This blog is an outlet, so don't take anything you see or read too seriously.

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