Katy says ... Limits

My limits are constantly changing. Things I never thought I would do, I happily accomplish with a smile and a wink. I think nothing of sheathing my finger with a condom and slipping it up some punter’s arse, if it improves the experience. I have pride in my work, and my aim is for him to return, so a no-holds-barred approach is sensible in my business.

However, there are still things I won’t/can’t do.

I can’t do watersports. This is not to say I don’t want to. Nothing would give me more pleasure than to picture an ex lying under me as I pee on his face. But I physically can’t urinate if there is anyone nearby. It is a real nuisance and I have been known to hide in public loos for extended stretches of time while I waited for people to leave. It is a psychological block. A phobia? I’m working on it.

I will not do hard-sports or anything that involves a nasty smell. Enough said.

Anal – see above. I also find it painful.

And I could never have sex with a guy in drag. Being a girly girl I couldn’t trust myself not to giggle at a crucial moment. Or, worse still, that he would look better in La Senza underwear than I!

KT XX