This!

This!

Getting Under My Skin

Call me a purist. It’s okay. I absolutely am on certain subjects.

I’m also seriously one of the most sexually open-minded people I know. I totally support YKINMKBYKIOK. Having said that, I am definitely a purist when it comes to my cuckquean kink.

As in, I am a quean. As in, my Daddy plays on the side, and I do not. Ever. As in, we both completely embrace the One Penis Policy. As in, we’re not swingers by any stretch of the imagination, so we’re not seeking other couples.

If you’re a swinger, then you do you and swing your heart out. But Daddy and I are not remotely interested in participating in that lifestyle. We do not identify as swingers. We are not seeking couples to play with.

I really hesitate to resort to one true way-isms here, but… authentic cuckqueans do not play with other men in any fashion. And neither do I want to watch my husband fuck another woman while her husband watches, too. Just no. Some folks really need to educate themselves before making wild assumptions about what cuckqueanism is.

Being approached by swingers is awkward for us, and it happens more frequently than we care for. Presenting oneself as a cuckcake when you’re actually a married swinger, secretly hoping your husband can also participate, is dishonest, unethical behavior. No men. No potential for complications and drama. Period. That’s just how Daddy and I roll.

I get it. It’s tough out here. It seems nearly every kinky couple under the sun is seeking another woman. But being honest from the start always garners the best results. I also understand that sometimes labels can be maddening. But this is my identity here. I don’t take the topic lightly.

Although I understand that not all cuckquean dynamics work like Daddy’s and mine, we already have a phenomenal sexual relationship, so we can afford to be more selective and stick to our boundaries. We’re not just going to make an exception out of desperation to practice our kink. I’m over dealing with this. It’s challenging enough to find a woman who understands this kink and is willing to participate. Lies of omission are still lies, and finding out this was the case leaves a particularly bad taste in both of our mouths.