About her fantasies
Darkness creeps in, and my mind starts to wander... to the places I dare not speak of. But, why not? It's my diary, and I'll write whatever the hell I want. My fantasies are a part of me, and I'm not ashamed to admit them.
I've always been fascinated by the idea of being completely at someone's mercy. Not just physically, but mentally too. I want to be tied up, helpless, and completely dependent on this person to give me what I crave. And what I crave is pleasure. Oh, the pleasure! The thought of being teased, taunted, and tantalized until I'm begging for release is just... ugh, it's almost too much to handle. I want to be treated like a queen, worshiped, and adored. I want someone who's so obsessed with pleasing me that they'll stop at nothing to make it happen.
Imagine it - soft ropes, gentle caresses, whispered promises in my ear. The anticipation would be killing me, and just when I think I can't take it anymore, the touch would become more insistent, more demanding. I'd be a slave to their touch, a prisoner of their desire. And that desire would be all about me, about making me come undone. It's hot, it's intense, and it's something I've always wanted to experience.
Of course, that's not the only fantasy I have. I'm a sucker for a good thrill, and what's more thrilling than a passionate encounter in public? The risk of getting caught, the danger of being discovered, it's all so... exhilarating! I imagine us, Lost in the moment, oblivious to the world around us, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing. It's not just about the sex; it's about the excitement, the rush of adrenaline that comes with it. And the thought of getting away with it, of keeping our secret hidden from prying eyes... it's just too delicious.
Now, I know what you're thinking - "Susu, these fantasies are so... extreme." But, let me tell you, I'm a girl who loves her horror movies, her tarantulas, and her knives. I'm not exactly the poster child for "normal" or "vanilla." I like my life with a side of spice, a dash of danger, and a whole lot of excitement.
But, it's not all about the thrill and the chill. Sometimes, it's about the simple things, like making love under the stars. I fulfilled that fantasy recently, and let me tell you, it was everything I dreamed it would be and more. There's something so romantic about being with someone special, lying on a blanket, gazing up at the stars, and just... being. No expectations, no pressure, just two people lost in the moment, lost in each other.
I love that I can be all about the rough and tumble one minute and then switch to the sweet and sentimental the next. I love that I can be a contradiction, a paradox, a mystery waiting to be solved. And I love that my fantasies are just as complex, just as multifaceted as I am.
In the end, it's all about what turns me on, what makes me feel alive, and what sets my soul on fire. And if that's being tied up, or having public sex, or making love under the stars, then so be it. I'm not ashamed to admit it, and I'm not afraid to explore every single one of my desires.
Because, let's face it, life is too short to be boring, and sex is too amazing to be vanilla.