I had that daydream again. I won't elaborate too much, other than it involved paddles, cuffs, a toilet seat, a bucket, and me in a compromising position.
I'll just stop there. I didn't really want to go there either, but there I am.
Sometimes I wish I could go back, before all the kink, before I ever discovered BDSM, before my fantasies went down these dark rabbit holes. Back to my first crush. When the simple pleasures of kissing and holding hands, basking in the warmth of each other- pining for her company in her absense, was all it took. She was tall and beautiful, confident, athletic and strong. I especially liked those last three things about her.
Meeting her under the stars, kissing her and making love- when that was so infinitely satisfying, and there didn't need to be anything else. How I want to love someone like that again. And leave the rabbit holes behind forever.