The Kinky Thing My Dom Boyfriend Did To Me While I Was Sunburned

This a sex story story about sunburn kink, and it all started with a trip to the beach... 

"I've got a third degree burn on my back," I texted my roommate. 

She wasted no time shooting me a response. "No," she texted, "you do not. If you did, you'd be in the hospital suffering from actually charred flesh and the trauma of killing all of your nerves." 

"WHO R U MEREDITH GREY?" She did not respond, and fair enough.

I love the beach, which is unfortunate since I've got the constitution of a character a Bronte might write about. If I think about the sun too long, I might get a burn. 

Every summer for as long as I can remember, no matter how rigorously I applied sunscreen I always wound up with at least one burn so bad I began to feel I genuinely understood the pain vampires felt when faced with the sun's cruel rays. 

This year is no different. One trip to the beach, amply applied sunscreen, and a back that is the same hue and temperature of a fire truck racing down a highway in mid August if fire trucks were also able to get thick, waxy, yellow blisters. I am, as always, a pleasure to know. 

There's two things you should know about my boyfriend that will be relevant here: he hates the sun to an almost Billy Corgan-like degree, and he is a Dom. 

When it came to my beach adventure, my boyfriend stayed in his dark chilly room purring under his covers. The beach is pretty close to his idea of hell.

When I returned from the trip burned to the 99th degree, he just quietly shook his head while I talked of all my home remedies (coating your body in raw honey for the win, y'all) in disbelief that I was still team Outside In The Sun. 

In bed, the two of us like to play a bit rough. I think it's infinitely sexy being manhandled hither and thither, and since he's a Dom, he's happy to acquiesce. That said, because I am a decent soul, I did not smear honey all over my body when visiting his bed. That's just manners.

While I identify as a submissive, I don't really think of myself in kinky terms. I don't know if that's because of secret self-loathing or what.

Suffice to say it didn't occur to me that my sunburn was going to be something to explore from a kink perspective. 

"My back is flames, verily we shall not touch this evening," I said, or something of the like. 

Then we began to cuddle. I kept my distance, trying to keep my burned parts away from him. 

This lasted roughly 10 seconds. My experienced dom began lightly-almost-not-at-all grazing his fingers against my sunburn. 

I melted into a pile of girl butter immediately. 

His gentleness against my ultra sensitive, throbbing, burned skin was a sensation like nothing I'd ever felt before. 

Imagine your entire body turning into a swollen clit and it was something akin to that. 

"Does that feel okay?" He asked. But I couldn't answer. You know. Because, girl butter. 

To me it was in many respects the purest form of kink I had ever experienced. 

My naked raw body was the most vulnerable it has ever been, and I trusted him with it. He, in turn, knew all of the buttons to slowly push to make me wince with pain and delight. 

That said, if he had accidentally punctured one of my blisters this would be a very story. It would probably be titled something like "That Time I Murdered My Boyfriend". 

In closing: ALWAYS WEAR SUNSCREEN. Skin cancer is no joke, 1 in 5 people will get it. 

But I doubt any of those 1 in 5 people will enjoy the kink-fest my burn augured me.