r/kinky_autism

I'm so tired of my brain treating horny like it's a full-time job, but I guess that's the price of admission for being a 20F who loves her kinks a little too hard. I just want a place where I can vibe with other people who get it, you know? Like, I swear my libido has its own personality at this point, and it’s *loud*. Anyone else feel like they’re constantly juggling their wants with "normal" expectations? Also, if you’re into making the chaos beautiful together, I’m here for it.

My body hair is so thick and dark-like a living blanket, soft but wild-and it makes me feel so powerful when I see it grow out. It’s like my skin is whispering “mine” every time I catch a glimpse in the mirror. And honestly? The way some people react to it just makes it even hotter, like they’re hypnotized by the contrast. Sometimes I’ll go shirtless around the house just to feel the air hit it and enjoy the little shivers it gives me. Does anyone else get that into it or is I’m just weirdly obsessed?

It's a (warning) (edit: very) long story of adhd and hypersexuality winning over common sense, scheduling and language. It might be a bit of a mess, I doubt adhd will let me write stuff organised if it's not a bulletpoint list (being non-native speaker doesn't help).

I have a... rather big fixation with nipple and breast play in general, so my girls have been getting plenty of loving over the years. I've used nipple clamps, suckers, and other similar toys over the years, briefly had nipple piercings (until recent), so I always got a bit lost when it comes to boob stuff, even outside of sex.

At the beginning of this year we (husband, ENM partner and I) got REALLY into breastfeeding and petplay. So far so good, even if a bit kinky given hubby's tendency to go all out with accessories (cow bikini and collar arrived VERY fast after we started the rp). It wouldn't be that weird for a bunch of kinksters if it was only this much though, sucking some boobs before bed while falling asleep plus sexy cowgirl play is basically still vanilla.

Mid-February though, I've started seeing milk during playtime. Nothing drastic, just couple of drops, but got immediately panicked since it's usually not a good sign, so I went to see a doctor. Standard "can be a bunch of shit, let's get you through 20 appointments" kinda stuff, was told to not worry about milk itself showing up, and later scary shit thankfully came out negative. Follow-up visit told me to see my psychiatrist, since it was most likely meds I take sending my boobs drooling, but that there was no "need to worry too much anymore, since it's usually a no biggie". Month almost gone already, still had no idea what to do, but at least was told there was nothing lifethreatening going on. Time off-work booked for March, "I will sign up with my doctor when he's free, since other ones are assholes, and I don't want to stress more, will have plenty of time".

Meanwhile, my husband went away for a couple of weeks, leaving me a present after I half-jokingly mentioned that he should come back fast, since I might have troubles falling asleep without our "evening suckling", as it helped me wind down. Hands free breast pumps, nice. I was only half-joking, since stimulation actually calms me down. I tend to touch myself a lot without thinking when working from home, or getting through mindnumbingly boring parts of stuff I do/read. Soooo, hand-free boob/nipple stimulation, whenever I feel like it, but would rather have my hands free? Sign me up, especially since it took my mind off stuff around the doctor rush.

Doctor rescheduled, but in the end managed to squeeze myself in early after I let their reception know that I noticed "possible side-effects of their prescribed meds" might be getting worse (Mid-march, milk started to leak more heavily under lighter stimulation, breasts ached each now and then, nipples became darker and... different, which was making partner feral during our playtime, but made me anxious again).

End of march, doctor visit, I arrive with a stack of results, consults and other stuff. Typical start, have a seat, what is happening, stuff like that. He starts browsing the paperwork I brought in, nods along, keeps putting them aside, noting couple of stuff, looking at me, noting some more, couple more questions about the other consults, more nodding. Papers end, he looks at me again, into his own computer to check something, does a long "aaaaaaa!", looks at me surprised, finally putting everything but notes aside.

Doctor: "Sooo... I assume the (new anti-anxiety med I was prescribed recently) didn't happen to lower your libido?"
Me, fidgeting: "N-no? But I try to not let it get out of hand..." (we worked on my hypersexuality before)

I describe vaguely my usual routines and recent adjustment, he presses for details slowly, humms to himself, double checks blood results, asks some more questions, sighs and does one of the worst attempts at a poker face I've seen recently before going on with a conclusion.

In the daily stress, work rush and other stuff, it completely slipped my mind to think that continued... rather intense breast play could make "the problem" (initial drops of milk) worse. Mostly because before then I had no idea you could actually induce lactation mechanically without being pregnant. I'd probably get enough of a hint if I ever googled breast pumps' non-english name, which literally is translates to "lactator" here, but I barely read the english instructions on the box, let alone check if there's a local version deeper in the box.

Got the whole thing explained like a dummy, he mentioned that ssri likely could've made it worse on their own, but it's hard to tell since we haven't had post-meds blood work where I didn't "go to town" on my boobs. That we have a couple options, but it basically boils down to slowly dropping the new meds (that have been working really well so far, so I don't really like the sound of that), or visiting a specialist to plan how to supress the lactation itself and see how that goes (which I was told about during the first consult as a last step when we eliminate scary stuff).

Dropping the new pills sounded horrible, so I told him I'd rather do the latter. Got a nice printout with nearby lactation consultants so I wouldn't procrastinate for months again (he knows me sooooo well by now, also, foreshadowing), we signed for the next visit to consult new meds more in depth and so on.

Now comes the 2nd real "fuck up" (1st one being a oblivious, horny, reckless-pumping dummy). I DID forget about calling the places and setting an appointment (imagining explaining to an older, often-judgemental lady what I did to get to this state didn't really put me into a mood for immediate call, and I was supposed to call next morning but it obviously slipped my mind once the whole thing AGAIN left the "dangerous, immediate-response-needed affliction" zone), and I didn't tone down my routine noticeably either.

... almost a month later (today). I went for a quick supply run to a corner store, since I forgot to stock up snacks before the weekend. Business as usual, arrived at the store, spent good 5 minutes deciding on the flavour, into the checkout line. In a rush before store closing, I didn't put on a bra, especially since the jacket would hide the nipples poking through anyway, so girls jingled happily the whole (short) way there aching since I was... giving them some idle attention before while watching stuff.
It was not the best time to find out how the early steps of a let-down feels like without accompaniment of sex or flicking the bean. "Warm? Ahh, nice, it's cold today, nice that the place is toasty. Funny feeling? Girls rubbing freely underneath tank top and jacket. Wetn... wtf?! why is my top wet?!"
Seconds pass, I connect the dots, boobs start to full on wet myself as I zip up the jacket quickly, pray for the only person in front of me to FINALLY DECIDE what kind of sauce do they want with their shitty hot dog, so I can pay and run.
Thankfully I left in a jacket and not a coat, or I'd be adding a washing service to the snack bill. Clothes go all into the washing mashine, I'm forced to stomach additional shower in today's routine.

Now it's time to order breast pads in bulk so it doesn't happen again (I'd die if it happened at work), and set dozen reminders to decide what to do with increasingly milky girls. I'm definitely going to call for a consult first time in the morning, but I keep thinking about a joking "suggestion" I was given along the way (after noting how relaxing, surprisingly fun, and... hot the milking process was for me), that I could call local milk bank and possibly become a donor if my adhd medication (or its current dose) isn't a no-no, since I could probably justify continuing with pumping, and "people" finding out, if it was "for a good cause".

tl;dr - Induced lactation using breast pumps to get off, without knowing regular pumping could cause that. Milk showing led to multi-month chase between doctors to do check-ups before realising I was a dummy, adding extensive breast play to my routine to get off and stim. Ended up swollen, leaking, and having to shoo away husband approaching me with every black coffee... and more specialist's visits.

My friend finally convinced me to try an inflatable last weekend and honestly? Wow. The textures alone were next-level, but the way it molds to you made everything feel so immersive. I ended up going through three different sizes because they were too fun to stop. Anyone else have favorite inflatables they’ve tried? Or tips for making them even better?

Well, I’m definitely low-key obsessed with the whole nudes thing rn - both sides! There’s something so intimate about it, even if you never meet in person. Like, the anticipation alone is enough to keep me up at night. I’m 21F, by the way, and honestly, the thrill of sending them is almost as hot as getting them. Anyone else feel like this is where the magic happens?

hey!! so i’m 23 and just moved to this city and honestly feelin a little lonely loli’m autistic and have some kinks i’m pretty open about, and i’d love to find others who “get it” nearbyany tips on where to look besides the usual apps? i feel like most people just say “try local meetups” and i don’t wanna awkwardly show up to something where i don’t vibealso if anyone’s in this area and wants to chat, feel free to reply! just no creepy stuff, a girl can hope 😏

That little moment when eye contact feels like a hand around my throat, just enough to remind me I’m not in control. Like if someone could pin me with a look and I’d just… hand over the reins without a word? I’m a 20F who’s always been weirdly into the intensity of it all, and the idea of someone dominating me just by locking eyes is making my whole body hum. Anyone else get that? Or am I just hopelessly autistic for it?

I’ve always been into roleplay but identity play is something I’ve never really explored. Like - what if I actually want to *be* someone else for a bit? Feels like it could be hot, but also super vulnerable? Especially as someone who already stims/stims my way through life and stims more when I’m overwhelmed. Anyone else play with this or is it too niche? Or am I just overthinking it? Also - if you’re into it, how do you set boundaries or aftercare?

(M)30 - just trying to find chill places with no creeps - saw the name of this reddit and immediate felt at home.

Autistic, love stuff, just want a community to be a part of 😅🤷‍♂️✌️

I’m a 23F autistic pup who’s into pup play and light impact - not looking for anything too intense or outside my comfort zone. Finding someone who gets the whole sensorial + roleplay thing without it getting weird is a nightmare tho, like most subs just ghost or don’t understand the whole needing sensory breaks thing. Anyone wanna rant about bad matches with me? Or know someone who’s low-pressure and good with communication? I’m trying not to give up on finding my weird little niche haha.

i’ve always been the kind of girl who gets turned on by the *idea* of being overwhelmed - like, the messier and more intense the better. it’s not even just sex for me, it’s the whole *experience* of losing control, the sensory overload of being pushed past normal limits. i’ve tried to dial things back because society says "play nice" but honestly? my fantasies don’t care about manners. i’m craving something that feels like it *hurts* but in the good way, you know? like, yeah im 23F but damn if i don’t want to be reminded i’m not some fragile doll you gotta handle with white gloves. has anyone else felt this way or am i just a freak with a death wish for self-control?

I swear, I could spend hours searching for the *perfect* scene - the lighting has to be just right, the dialogue has to match my weirdly specific kink, and if the actors are too pretty or not pretty enough in the right way, I just can't get into it. Like, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the effort, but some of y'all out there have *way* different standards than me. Anyone else this picky, or am I just cursed with unrealistic porn expectations? (Also, if you have recs for someone who matches my exact preferences - I'm a 21F with a thing for - let me know, I won't judge your taste.)

Yooo

Still kinda new to sharing on reddit, but this is the place to share!

Autistic 30 year old with a navel fetish 🤷‍♂️

it's never really been something I've been open about in real life, in my actual circles (although the odd partner has been involved), but I can't really talk EASILY about it with people? someone bullied me about it when I was younger and I've never really been comfortable since lmao

anyway

decided to be a little more active on reddit because y'all are nice!

also, anyone wants to talk about *anything* else as well, I enjoy chatting about all sorts lmao

Call me J

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i just found u/lgelsoft on Etsy after some wild etsy-hole rabbiting and my mind is basically a puddle of "oh my god they get it" right now. i ordered their stimming bushes print and honestly never thought i'd see the day where a piece of art on etsy would hit me right in the special interests with that level of accuracy. like, if you don't feel seen after looking at those bushes you're probably just not autistic. has anyone else ordered from them? what should i get next? i'm too broke to buy everything on their page but i want all of it.

This is a really specific kink i developed after seeing a friend get a fish dropped inside her underwear. Wondering if anybody else is into that or just me.

I feel like I need someone to talk some sense into me. My (29F) boyfriend (29M) and I have been seeing each other since 2019. We were nonmonogamous in the beginning, which was challenging because he was failing to tell sexual partners that he was in a committed romantic relationship.

We decided to stop sleeping with people other than each other when COVID shutdown happened for safety reasons, and the monogamy just stuck.

We are now 6+ years in and live together with our pets. Recently I have started rediscovering my love for all things kink and BDSM, and for some reason have began fixating on the idea of having an MFM threesome. It’s an experience I’ve wanted since I was 20, I came close once but it never happened for me. (ETA: my partner is also kinky and plays into almost every other kink I have).

My partner and I are very open with each other, and have been kinky our whole relationship, so I talked to him about how I was feeling. He is supportive but uncomfortable, which I absolutely understand. He also kind of confirmed to me that he is straight, as he had alluded to being bisexual our whole relationship, and I obviously didn’t pressure him to label his sexuality at all.

I think what I need to do now is let this go, right? The relationship isn’t perfect but it is damn near, and we do a lot of work every month in couples therapy to keep it that way. One of the main points of contention, for lack of a better term, in our relationship is how much he is dragging his feet to propose (an issue that we’ve been processing since WAY before I brought this up, he was not hesitating because of this).

I think I’m blowing the fantasy of multiple-partner sex out of proportion and this FOMO feels pathological. There’s no way a stupid threesome is as fun and rewarding as being in love, but I can’t seem to get myself to let it go. I’m autistic so my brain does tend to fixate on things.

Basically today I had the thought “Why am I giving up having countless threesomes for a man who won’t propose after 6 years” and basically gave myself the ick because girl, what???

I guess I need someone to tell me to suck it up and appreciate the love I get to experience, and maybe how? I can’t help but I’m giving a part of myself up in the relationship but “I’m not satisfied in my relationship because my partner won’t spit roast me or let me get spit roasted by 2 other men” sounds CRAZY to me. I feel manipulative and sleepy just thinking it.

Help!! Please be gentle, I’m sensitive.

24 twink m here, anyone wanna edge on snap? Message me for snap and Be round my age

Oh my god, right? Like the algorithm knows I don’t have the spoons to resist what it’s shoving in my face every damn time I open the app - it’s uncanny how accurate it’s gotten with me. Miss me with that "based on your interests" nonsense when I’m just trying to escape into some kinky bits instead of dealing with real life crap, ugh. I swear if it suggests one more "spicy" fic about my exact kink and then shows me a mental health meme to balance it out, I’m gonna lose it. The audacity to pretend it cares about my well-being while feeding me the exact content that makes me stay up way too late spiraling instead of sleeping. Rude. And don’t even get me started on how it only hits me with this stuff when I’m already in a massive burnout spiral - like it’s actively trying to derail me. The algorithm and my executive dysfunction are in perfect, terrible sync. Absolute chaos wedding.

Goonable characters are wild to think about - some snarky sidekick just waiting to be the chaotic neutral to your stability, or a chaotic protagonist who’d probably get me in trouble I’d 100% regret but somehow live for. Like, who’s that one fictional idiot you’d either hug or slap depending on the mood? For me it’s probably Wile E. Coyote because I relate to the suffering but also the dumb hope. Who’s yours?