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I find sapiosexuality an interesting concept, and a term I hadn’t heard before this Kink Of The Week. The definitions, in case you aren’t familiar with the word (from Sapiosexual.com), are

Sapiosexual (n): a person who is sexually attracted to intelligence in others.

Sapiosexual (adj): of, or relating to, finding intellectual stimulation sexually arousing.

For some reason, this brought to mind the Star Trek episode “The Gamesters of Triskelion”, where Kirk, Uhura, and Checkov are whisked off the Enterprise down to Triskelion, and the Master Thrall Galt  fits them with basically shock collars. He has other drill thralls prepare them for combat to fight for the amusement of the Providers. Turns out these Providers turn out to be glowing brains of pure intellect, who wager quatloos on the outcomes they engineer to pass the time.

Yes, I clearly have a geeky side. When I look at Star Trek, I’m attracted to the characters of Spock and Kirk. Spock, obviously, is fascinating, and he’d be interesting to have a conversation or debate with. Even the Eymorgs were attracted to his brain. But neither they nor I are attracted in a sexual way. Now Kirk…yes, he has a magnetism for me. He may not have the highest intellect, but I’d much rather fuck him.

Intelligence can be attractive, and I know I tend to have a lot of friends who are smart (in various ways) that I can have deep and intelligent discussions with. But while I find it attractive in a friend, it’s not necessarily a sexual attraction. If it’s a man, it’s one trait I’d look at, but they’ve got to have a few things to go along with it – I much prefer a physical fucking to a mind fuck, and if they don’t have a compatible personality with mine or prefer to solve complex mathematical formulas rather than have fun in bed, they’re not for me (did I mention I have an overactive sex drive?).

If it’s a woman,  we’d probably be good friends, and I imagine as long as we had some things in common we’d have a great deal to talk about. But no matter how intelligent she was, a sexual attraction wouldn’t exist (regardless of what she looked like).

So, this isn’t a kink of mine- it’s just one of many things that can create a sexual attraction for me.

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The first time I ever heard of using people as human furniture was a few years ago. A friend and I were talking about ads on craigslist, and she mentioned that she’d been looking over some of the personal ads. She’d been finding the European ones more interesting, particularly in the “Casual Encounters” section. I was pretty amazed at what people were posting – lots of calls for scat play, guys who wanted to watch women flash them in lingerie, Skype sessions, one night stands, gang bang partners…

…and then she found one that was decidedly different.

It was a man looking for a BBW. It was to be a casual encounter, and he wanted the woman to come to his house, for $400 (or so), and sit on him. Not on his face, but on his back, as he became her “couch”.  We found several others all looking for the same thing – a man wanting to be used as a couch (or table, or footstool in some cases) by a woman. No sex involved, she just had to sit on him (or rest her feet on him) for the specified amount of time.

We didn’t find any from men looking for women to be furniture, but with the sheer number of encounter ads, it’s possible we missed them.

The thought of being used as furniture, or using my partner as furniture, doesn’t turn me on. I find it kind of fascinating after looking at some pictures of it online, but it quite honestly does nothing for me, and it’s not something I’d be up for. While I am the submissive (for the most part) partner in our relationship, it’s nothing he’d ask me or tell me to do, and I’d never sit on him, except in his lap, which isn’t the same thing at all.

I am an exhibitionist at heart.  It’s probably pretty noticeable on my blog, since I have a lot of shots of tits and ass, and I’m sure many anonymous people on the webs have seen them. It’s certainly not live, but it’s a bit of a rush to think that I post, whether it’s pictures or writing, and others look.

There are a few sites I belong to where I suppose I’m a bit of an exhibitionist as well, whether it’s opening up about my sexual preferences on the forums or chatting and posting a bit of nakedness. Just a flash. It’s fun, and can be pretty hot.

I’m like this, to a degree in real life as well. Usually, most days, I’m fairly modest, although I do like to chance that something will be seen. Windy day? I’ll go with a flouncy skirt and a pretty thong. You never know what the breeze will uncover. I’ve had sex in public places too, albeit far from home, where, even though we weren’t directly out in the open, passersby could have stumbled across us: at the lake, in a cave, in the pool. Plenty of spots to be watched from without us knowing. Part of the thrill is not knowing if anyone’s watching, although it can be fun to do a bit of exhibition when you know someone is.

What probably started it all was a long time ago, when my future husband and I were at a party in a friend’s apartment. We were young, we were horny, and after a few drinks we snuck away to the bathroom for a little bit of fun. The door didn’t lock, but giving him head while he was leaning against the door was pretty safe. We got pretty carried away and moved away from the door, where we fucked uncomfortably against the tub until the door flew open and a party guest came in to use the bathroom. He stopped. We stopped. I was pretty horrified, and he was pretty embarrassed. But, when he left, we went right back to fucking. It really was a rush, and part of the rush was wondering if anyone else would barge in or carefully open the door.

The first time I ever put on an intentional  show, where anyone (or no one, I’ll never know)  could have been watching, was on my honeymoon. We were in Las Vegas, we had a big window overlooking the Strip, and that night after the ceremony, dinner, and a few drinks, we fucked in front of that window. Up against the glass, he took me from behind, and the lights were on in the room. It was a tremendous thrill, wondering if anyone was watching as he slammed into me and I braced myself against the window. He got quite a blow job that night too, and I wonder if anyone got turned on.

Would I do it if it wasn’t so anonymous? I don’t know. But as long as it’s fun, why not?