Sometimes I just feel the need... like every man.
Okay, obviously, maybe NOT like every man.
But I can't help or change who I am, or what I want, though I may try.
Sometimes I feel the need:
To be abused, degraded, defiled, and defiled. To be whipped, spanked, and abused. To give up control, let go of my cares, fears, longings, despair, and everything else that has been troubling me, clouding my mind, and focus on HER. To block everything else out, and make HER the object of my worship. To grovel at her feet, worship her boots, bask in her power. To become a slave to her cruelty. To experience taste of leather on my tongue and feel the sting of it on my back. To be humiliated, chastened, belittled. To suck her strap on, and to be a little naughty cock slut for Her amusement. To be used, abused, and discarded. Because the erotic high in such a power exchange is closer, more intense, and more soulfully intimate than most men can ever imagine.
And sometimes, I feel the need to make cringe erotic blog posts. I generally try to refrain from doing so, as it's, well, cringe and unbecoming.
But I can't help or change who I am, and what I want, though I have tried.