The yearning to be manhandled runs deep within me, a profound desire that transcends mere physicality.
It’s about the intoxicating sensation of being held tightly, of being moved and directed, surrendering completely to someone else's will. I crave that visceral connection, that primal dance of power and submission, where I can let go of all my inhibitions.
I long for a partner who can truly handle me, someone strong enough to navigate the complexities of my desires, yet tender enough to understand my boundaries, even if they are few.
I want to be used, to be an instrument of pleasure for someone who knows how to unlock the depths of my longing. Your pleasure becomes my singular focus, a guiding star in the landscape of our intimacy.
On my knees, I find myself begging you to take me in every way you desire, to explore the depths of my submission. I crave that blissful state of “brain off, cunt on”, where I can surrender my thoughts and lose myself in the pure sensation of being desired. I dream of waking up to the warmth of your body, feeling you buried deep inside me, the world outside fading away as we become lost in each other.
Yet, despite this profound longing, there remains a frustrating barrier between desire and fulfillment. Why is it so challenging to grasp what we yearn for? The complexities of life, the intricacies of human connection, and the fear of vulnerability all conspire to keep our deepest desires just out of reach. It’s a bittersweet dance, this interplay of longing and reality, and I find myself caught in the tension between what I crave and what is attainable.