Week 10: Kink Week 1

I wasn’t sure if it was planned or not, but other than getting naked there wasn’t any actual sexual activity in Exploring Kink Week 1, and that was a good thing. Amber and I said next to each other and just the sight of her had me half-hard, but other than some pained looks between the two of us we didn’t say anything. Jennifer, the last student in the class we hadn’t paired with yet, sat about a foot away from us like she could feel the negative air.

The class was half lecture and half a documentary interviewing and previewing various common, and some uncommon, kinks.

Sinclair ended the class by encouraging us to do more online research, and our first real ‘assignment’ for the class was to email in two kinks we thought we might want to explore so that various pairings could be made for the next week.

Amber gave me a look on her way out of the classroom, but stopped outside and leaned against the wall across the hall.

Garringer just shook his head at me as I approached him, making it clear it was up to me to figure out.

I left the classroom after everyone else, stopping in front of Amber.

“Well?” she asked.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“For?”

I sighed.

“If you can’t tell me what you’re sorry for, it doesn’t count,” she said.

“I’m sorry that I’m in my own head so much that I don’t know how to even start talking to you about it,” I said. “I’m sorry that I’m hurting you. I’m sorry that… Fuck.”

“Just start talking then,” she said, taking my hand softly.

I’m trying to learn how to influence your mind so you don’t get gangbanged by every guy in the mind-controlled sex education class, I thought.

My mouth didn’t open though, and after a long moment, she let go of my hand and walked away.