Kilts & Kinks: Becoming Ianna Sïn
You think you know me and my journey. But you have no idea…
I'm bubbly and cute, filled with light and love. I have to be. Fat and dark-skinned. In a place where body-shaming and colorism run rampant, my brand of beauty is deemed unacceptable. My light makes me more palatable. And keeps me somewhat visible in my own country that would rather not acknowledge my existence. But there is another side of me who is dark and twisty and filled with desires I thought were perverse. Immoral. That voice in my head echoing… What is wrong with you? What will people think? These desires aren't for you. They are obviously for someone slender, sleek, and several shades lighter than you. Not to mention younger. Am I not even deserving of sin?
Scotland. My second home. Dark and dreary. It calls to me. And I answer the call. You thought my first time here was wild. It's got nothing on round 2. Scotland has become my teacher. A venue for my self-discovery. My real sexual awakening. My rebirth. Here, I begin as Tessa Taylor. I am reborn…Ianna Sïn.
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." -Anaïs Nin
Polyamory, open relationships, bisexuality, kink parties, and all things SEX await you within these pages. And love. I can never forget love. For I am love. Love for this place. Love for self. For who I really am. Love for this community of people who are just like me. And a pure, almost innocent love for another in the midst of all the depravity and wantonness. This is my story.
Kilts & Kinks: Becoming Ianna Sïn is the follow-up to Tinderella: Round, Brown & Abroad.
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This is a fictional memoir based on my travels abroad.
Excerpt:
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“I want you to give me a blowjob.”
His tone is serious. I don’t pick up on it.
“Ha!” I laugh.
“Am I laughing?” His voice is deeper, strict but gentle.
My eyes shoot up to his. His face is a mask of sternness.
“I said I want you to give me a blowjob. Now.”
My eyes widen as it clicks.
Holy shit!
Mild-mannered, awkward quirky Ollie is gone. A Dom is now in his place.
I’m shook. I’m turned on. And a little frightened.
He reaches out and gently but firmly clasps my chin. His blue eyes stare at me intensely.
“I can see the fear in your eyes. It’s fucking hot.” He releases me. “Now, do as I ask.”
I lower my eyes demurely. He’s already hard as I release him from the confines of his clothing. My lips wrap around his thickness. I swirl my tongue around the fat head. Wetting him to make it easier to slide down his considerable length. I near the base and gag.
“Good girl.” He whispers softly.
Fuuuuuck.
I am not 42 and he is not 26. He is simply a dominant man and I his submissive woman.