Do what you have to do, she’d said.
Anything – anything at all – to make her better.
fantasy
“Come on, won’t this be a fun story to tell our kids?”
I’ve gotta say one of the top ten things I’m ashamed to admit I get wet about is this gif accompanied by this caption, which has been sitting in my drafts for quite a while.
Brb hiding forever.
My therapist once told me that she believed one of the biggest misconceptions about kink was that people turning their fears and past traumas into sexual fantasies were somehow weak or still broken.
“I think what you do is incredible,” she’d said, “because you are taking back that narrative. You’re making it your own. You are asserting control over it and making it operate on your terms, in the service of you.”
But it is still bewildering to dig beneath some fantasy I have and find at its root something that utterly terrifies me.
Filed under things that basically play on a loop in my head.
Am I allowed to say that just like “the notion of dread” is a fetish? Because, my gosh, the look in her eyes.
Pharmakon. Contact.
Source
I can’t tell you how many things I get off to that involve just getting absolutely overwhelmed in one way or another.
I want a group of pretty girls to dress me up and make me wear heels and laugh at me because I can’t walk in them and then show me how to put on make up just to ruin it when they fuck me so hard I drool and cry
“The heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies.” – Robert Pinsky, “In Defense of Allusion”
Sleepy little girls get tucked in special
when Daddy’s breath smells like whiskey.
That’s why I always make Daddy’s drinks way too strong. 😉
oh. ok.
You know that thing where something’s such a huge fantasy that you never actually want to realize it because you just wouldn’t be able to keep yourself together?
Yeah.
That.