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Cravings

Weird things are weird:
When I’m dressing/feeling more feminine I tend to be more dominant, and when I’m dressing/feeling more masculine I tend to be more submissive.
So earlier, I was wearing a dress.
And I was really craving tying someone down. Then I’m gonna go down on them. And have so much fun teasing them and watching them squirm. And want to move and use their hands and not be able to. All the while, I’ll take my sweet time. And just when you’re about to come I’ll stop. And start fucking you with my fingers. I want to pull your hair and bite you and scratch you and make you so sore that people will know you got a good fucking.

And what do you know? Since I’ve changed my clothes I have a whole different fantasy in my head.
I really want it rough. It’s funny, I’ve never quite enjoyed gentle, it bored me. Right now, I want to be pushed—no, shoved— into a wall and held there while you dig your nails into my hips and bite my lip. I want you to tease me until I can’t take it anymore and then some. I want to be handcuffed to the headboard. Hmm. A spreader bar is sounding fun right now too. I want you to use a flogger. And then I want you to fuck me. Over. And over. And over. Until I can’t move anymore. 


…at some point I switched tenses. Oh Well.