In my twenties it was blood, biting, bruises, knives to the throat, RBP, rape fantasy, and at one point I covertly advertised for a very handsome man who would be willing to murder me during sex. I was at the point of accepting one of the offers, when by chance I met my husband, and now several years down the line I like cuddling and satin teddies. Life's twists and turns eh?
I still have fantasies of the former nature, and I'm free to to pursue them again if I ever want to, but I doubt I will. Edgeplay can be magnificent, but I enjoy the fantasy now more than the reality.
ETA: As per the forum rules, I do not condone or encourage any of the things I mentioned above (well, except cuddling). They were just my own experience.
I don't think the R & M words are allowed at all hun