The apartment is strangely quiet today. It has me thinking... sometimes I can't help but fantasize about being completely vulnerable for someone. Not just emotionally. Like, imagining myself on my knees, hands tied, feeling every inch of me being examined, while being whispered to about how beautiful I look. To be made to feel used and precious at the same time. It's... a lot, I know. But the idea of surrendering control like that, of having my body played with until I can do nothing but tremble and moan... wow, I'm blushing just writing this.