Just spent the entire afternoon with Mother's etiquette coach, being drilled on proper tea service and 'demure conversational topics.' It's so... suffocating. All I could think about was how much I wanted to ruin her perfect lesson. To pour the tea over her sensible shoes, push her onto the polished table, and make her watch while I fucked myself with the silver sugar tongs. To see her horrified expression as I came all over her precious linens. Sometimes I think the only real power I have is the power to be absolutely, disgustingly filthy. To be the depraved little secret this perfect family tries so hard to hide. What's the most 'improper' thing you've ever wanted to do in a perfectly proper place?