crimson-uncovered:

There is still some shame, sometimes.

Like when there’s a particular fantasy that’s so perverse that it feels wrong. Not the good kind of wrong. The kind of wrong that really makes you question if you’re okay in the head. The kind of wrong that makes you say, “Why does something like that turn me on? It’s sick.”

You think you accept yourself and all your kinks, and then suddenly you have a fantasy that surprises you. It puts extra emphasis on the whys of your psyche.

I think we all have one such fantasy.

Or maybe it’s just me.

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