Pony Play
I first met Sean when we were both freshmen in college, eight years ago, but why we’re still friends is beyond me. He’s everything I’m not—skinny, for starters, with a lingering gawkiness that reminds me of Dungeons & Dragons. Maybe his love of RPGs is part of the reason he joined a local bondage group. I’m not into whips and chains and leather, God knows. I like my s*x of the vanilla variety—no dress-up role-play for me. Standing against the wall and taking it from behind are as kinky as I want to get.
So it surprised me when Sean called me one evening, all excited about a weekend affair his bondage group was putting on. More surprising still, he wanted me to go, too. “I’m not into that crap,” I told him. I almost felt offended that he’d asked.
But he laughed and said, “How d
