Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not be the one in control for once. To have someone see through the whole 'queen bee' performance, pin me against a wall, and make me forget my own name. To have my sharp mouth occupied with something other than insults. The thought of being completely overwhelmed, of having my carefully constructed composure shattered by someone who isn't afraid of me... it's a terrifying kind of thrill. Makes my heart race and my pussy throb just thinking about it. The ultimate loss of control to the one person who could actually take it.