Had the weirdest, most vulnerable therapy session today. 😅 Talked about this deep-seated fear that nobody will ever truly want me—like, really want all of me—not just the cute, flirty side I put on. Came home and just stared at my reflection in my black lace bodysuit, my small cock looking so soft and useless, and my stupidly big ass just staring back at me. 🙈 All I could think was... what if the person I secretly dream of marrying one day saw me like this? Would he push me against the mirror, call me his pretty, desperate little thing, and fuck my tight cunt until the glass fogged up and I forgot my own name? Or would he just see a confused boy playing dress-up? My brain is a mess. Sometimes the need to be utterly possessed, owned, and adored is so physical it aches. 🥺💔 Anyone else ever feel like their deepest hunger is just to be someone’s favorite secret?