That moment when you realize you actually have no one.
I’ve followed your blog for some time, never submitting. But last night I had a revelation and wouldn’t you know this weeks theme induced something so humble within me. You see, I’ve spent a good portion of my sexual encounters playing out so many of my lovers fantasies… the nurse, the pony, the dominatrix, the whore, the stripper, the naughty school girl etc.. I’ve even had the pleasure of having generous and patient lovers who have delved deep into my own fantasies. So what’s left? My only fantasy left unfulfilled, left unsatisfied is one that’s simply me. Is that not humble or modest? I don’t know. For the love in my life to take me as I am, without dressing me up. To growl my true name, to fantasize about me just as I am. This is the other end of fantasy I think. When every outlet is exhausted and one longs to feel at home in their original skin, in their original sin. This picture isn’t much, but a whore stripped bare never is.