As Marie said in her post on the topic, laughter is not really part of our (W’s and my) kink. Which is not to say there isn’t a lot of laughter in our relationship. We laugh and joke and tease like any other couple, outside BDSM play.
Well — I laugh. You know, when it’s over. In relief.
And sometimes in the middle of it, out of…I don’t know what. It’s certainly not laughing because it’s funny. It’s just a weird pain reaction, I suppose.
And sometimes I just laugh because of the sheer absurdity of the situation.
Occasionally I even get a twitch of the lips out of the Mean Guy.
Ad’s play, however, really centers around laughter. I can’t recall a play session that he wasn’t chuckling and laughing, teasing me, poking at me, and/or generally just being silly – and usually making me, and even W, laugh with him.
At times it is a welcome respite from the darker-edged seriousness of play with W, and in the past six years that he and I and Ad have played together, I think that Ad’s playfulness has really rubbed off on W, showing him that you can be silly during play. (Seriously. Have you seen the Christmas video?)
Still, if I had to choose, I prefer my kink dark, dangerous –