Mon is nervous about going to their first queer FLINTA play party! What if they expect them to ‘play’, what if they’re the only person of color there, what if… what if…? Inam helps share’s Mon’s personal story about a night of firsts and kinks, in todays lovely autobio comic.
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↓ Comic Transcript
"New Kink Unlocked" Inam & Mon, published September 2, 2025 on ohjoysextoy.com
Inam's comic pages are vibrant and energetic. Her color palette is primarily electric pinks, purples, yellows, and oranges with black line work.
Page 1
Narration: I booked a ticket to go to a FLINTA* play party.
*FLINTA is a German abbreviation that means women, lesbians, intersex, non-binary, trans, and agender people.
Mon unlocks their door, huffing and puffing and looking flustered. They are a fat, dark skinned Black woman in rectangle-shaped glasses with short hair in an afro style with a parting on the left hand side (for fashion, not function). They are all bundled up in winter clothes, lugging a giant tote bag under their arm.
Narration: I'm the sort of person who focuses on what other people want, in and out of the bedroom. This year I've been on a journey to change that... Unmaksing, learning how to be a person... all the hard stuff.
With a dramatic FLOP, Mon falls face-first onto their bed, still completely clothed in all their layers.
Narration: I learned the term FLINTA from a bachata class I went to.
In a flashback, Mon dances confidently with another feminine person of color.
Narration: I chose this party but I am still so nervous!!!
Still in the flashback, a spotlight suddenly floods Mon and their dance partner. They look startled at the sudden attention and the sound effect "DUNUN..." plays overhead.
Back in the present, Mon empties out their tote bag onto the bed, with a wide assortment of kinky accoutrement bouncing out.
"What have I done?" They wonder to themself. "What do I wear?"
Now on their phone, they joins a group titled "Party Chat"
"Hi" They text to the Party Chat. "I'm new."
"Welcome!" replies a member.
In a montage, Mon tries on a handful of sex outfits in their apartment as the chat replies roll in.
"This is my first play party." Mon types, while trying on a sexy fishnet outfit with bunny ears. They are topless, except for the black tape X-es over their areola and nipples.
"We'll only bite with consent!" Jokes another chat member.
Mon tries on a shiny black micro skirt, bra, and the top of a shirt that only connects two long sleeves, leaving everything else exposed.
Next they put on an elaborately lacy lingerie set with above-the-knee high stalkings and their hair pinned into two little mini buns on top.
"See you tonight!" Another chat members tells Mon.
Mon reads their replies, feeling loved and welcomed. They have settled on a thick buckled collar around their neck, crop top, and shorty-shorts for their outfit.
Page 2
As they arrive inside the play space, their anxiety kicks in.
In shadow, Mon asks themself, "What if I'm the only person of colour?" Seeing the intimidating sex furniture towering over them, they panic. "What if they MAKE ME PLAY?!?" They hold themself in anxiety, making their self as small as possible.
After a moment to collect themself, Mon peeks around the room to see... A handful of diverse people in sexy outfits.
"O-oh, about an eighth of us, not bad!" They enthus, getting pumped.
Narration: I've never seen so many scantily clad hot women and enbys in one place before! Worth the price of entry alone.
Page 3
An evening of sex party shenanigans unfolds across the page in snapshots.
"I hope it doesn't land on me..." Mon frets during a game of spin the bottle, but the rest of the crowd is happy to indulge on their turns. There are makeouts, spitting into open mouths, and spankings, but it's the magnificent baseball bat strike against a presented bottom and the delighted "OW!!" that follows that shocks Mon to attention.
Page 4
"That's intense. Maybe impact play isn't for me if this is what's expected." Mon frets silently to themself, pulling back from the group of Spin the Bottle players.
"I always bring my favourites to a party!" Declares one of the game participants. "Here, want to see?" they ask, tossing a dainty little feathered switch into Mon's open hands.
"Wow..." Mon marvels, running the feather across their palm.
Narration: There's much more variety in impact play than I assumed.
"I don't want to feel stinging, or any serious pain." They clarify, thinking about much more intense floggers made of strips of leather. "But I really like the feeling of these against my skin..."
With an explosion of horny glee that blasts them off the earth and into space, Mon realizes they have achieved a "NEW KINK UNLOCKED!"
Daintily returning to the world, Mon shyly but flirtatiously approaches a femme person who smiles at them as they ask, "I think I want to try... Would you do a scene with me?"
Page 5
Mon's partner leans them over an edge as they caress their ample bottom and run their other hand over their lower back. Then, they bring out their own sturdy flogger, dragging the strips of leather over Mon's backside. Little stars of excitement and pleasure ping off of them. And then- SMACK! The flogger strikes across their buttocks with precision, followed immediately by their play partner giving them a full, loving embrace from behind. The two look serene and happy.
Narration: I was able to completely surrender.
At the end of the night, all the play partners are sprinkled across the space, massaging, stroking, and cuddling each other. Mon reclines on their back, resting their head against their partner's kneeling knees while they massage their scalp.
Narration: By focusing on me, I'm learning that what I want isn't a burden, or strange- it matters, and people take pleasure in giving it to me.
"I'm already looking forward to my next party!" Mon exhales dreamily, melting into their scalp massage.
Inam's comic pages are vibrant and energetic. Her color palette is primarily electric pinks, purples, yellows, and oranges with black line work.
Page 1
Narration: I booked a ticket to go to a FLINTA* play party.
*FLINTA is a German abbreviation that means women, lesbians, intersex, non-binary, trans, and agender people.
Mon unlocks their door, huffing and puffing and looking flustered. They are a fat, dark skinned Black woman in rectangle-shaped glasses with short hair in an afro style with a parting on the left hand side (for fashion, not function). They are all bundled up in winter clothes, lugging a giant tote bag under their arm.
Narration: I'm the sort of person who focuses on what other people want, in and out of the bedroom. This year I've been on a journey to change that... Unmaksing, learning how to be a person... all the hard stuff.
With a dramatic FLOP, Mon falls face-first onto their bed, still completely clothed in all their layers.
Narration: I learned the term FLINTA from a bachata class I went to.
In a flashback, Mon dances confidently with another feminine person of color.
Narration: I chose this party but I am still so nervous!!!
Still in the flashback, a spotlight suddenly floods Mon and their dance partner. They look startled at the sudden attention and the sound effect "DUNUN..." plays overhead.
Back in the present, Mon empties out their tote bag onto the bed, with a wide assortment of kinky accoutrement bouncing out.
"What have I done?" They wonder to themself. "What do I wear?"
Now on their phone, they joins a group titled "Party Chat"
"Hi" They text to the Party Chat. "I'm new."
"Welcome!" replies a member.
In a montage, Mon tries on a handful of sex outfits in their apartment as the chat replies roll in.
"This is my first play party." Mon types, while trying on a sexy fishnet outfit with bunny ears. They are topless, except for the black tape X-es over their areola and nipples.
"We'll only bite with consent!" Jokes another chat member.
Mon tries on a shiny black micro skirt, bra, and the top of a shirt that only connects two long sleeves, leaving everything else exposed.
Next they put on an elaborately lacy lingerie set with above-the-knee high stalkings and their hair pinned into two little mini buns on top.
"See you tonight!" Another chat members tells Mon.
Mon reads their replies, feeling loved and welcomed. They have settled on a thick buckled collar around their neck, crop top, and shorty-shorts for their outfit.
Page 2
As they arrive inside the play space, their anxiety kicks in.
In shadow, Mon asks themself, "What if I'm the only person of colour?" Seeing the intimidating sex furniture towering over them, they panic. "What if they MAKE ME PLAY?!?" They hold themself in anxiety, making their self as small as possible.
After a moment to collect themself, Mon peeks around the room to see... A handful of diverse people in sexy outfits.
"O-oh, about an eighth of us, not bad!" They enthus, getting pumped.
Narration: I've never seen so many scantily clad hot women and enbys in one place before! Worth the price of entry alone.
Page 3
An evening of sex party shenanigans unfolds across the page in snapshots.
"I hope it doesn't land on me..." Mon frets during a game of spin the bottle, but the rest of the crowd is happy to indulge on their turns. There are makeouts, spitting into open mouths, and spankings, but it's the magnificent baseball bat strike against a presented bottom and the delighted "OW!!" that follows that shocks Mon to attention.
Page 4
"That's intense. Maybe impact play isn't for me if this is what's expected." Mon frets silently to themself, pulling back from the group of Spin the Bottle players.
"I always bring my favourites to a party!" Declares one of the game participants. "Here, want to see?" they ask, tossing a dainty little feathered switch into Mon's open hands.
"Wow..." Mon marvels, running the feather across their palm.
Narration: There's much more variety in impact play than I assumed.
"I don't want to feel stinging, or any serious pain." They clarify, thinking about much more intense floggers made of strips of leather. "But I really like the feeling of these against my skin..."
With an explosion of horny glee that blasts them off the earth and into space, Mon realizes they have achieved a "NEW KINK UNLOCKED!"
Daintily returning to the world, Mon shyly but flirtatiously approaches a femme person who smiles at them as they ask, "I think I want to try... Would you do a scene with me?"
Page 5
Mon's partner leans them over an edge as they caress their ample bottom and run their other hand over their lower back. Then, they bring out their own sturdy flogger, dragging the strips of leather over Mon's backside. Little stars of excitement and pleasure ping off of them. And then- SMACK! The flogger strikes across their buttocks with precision, followed immediately by their play partner giving them a full, loving embrace from behind. The two look serene and happy.
Narration: I was able to completely surrender.
At the end of the night, all the play partners are sprinkled across the space, massaging, stroking, and cuddling each other. Mon reclines on their back, resting their head against their partner's kneeling knees while they massage their scalp.
Narration: By focusing on me, I'm learning that what I want isn't a burden, or strange- it matters, and people take pleasure in giving it to me.
"I'm already looking forward to my next party!" Mon exhales dreamily, melting into their scalp massage.