u/Embarrassed_Room4902

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Been a good girl for ages but a crave has been taking over my mind. Been speaking to a lot of Reddit users and a couple had convinced me to take pics and post them. Last one was just out the shower while my front door was unlocked and bathroom door was wide open. Shame no one came in, grabbed me, tied me down and used me for their use 😉😮‍💨

u/Embarrassed_Room4902 — 23 days ago

**long post about bad thoughts**

I feel like I’m living two completely different lives, and they’re starting to collide in my head.

On paper, I’m in a genuinely healthy, stable relationship. My boyfriend is kind, attentive, and we connect in all the ways that are supposed to matter. If you asked anyone looking in from the outside, they’d probably say I’ve got it figured out.

But there’s this part of me I can’t seem to shut off.

It’s been creeping back in slowly at first, then all at once—this constant pull toward a side of myself I used to indulge in all the time. Years ago, I lived recklessly, chasing intense, taboo fantasies—especially ones built around consensual non-consent dynamics. It wasn’t just the scenarios, it was the psychological edge of it all… the tension, the power exchange, even the language. Back then, it felt like second nature. Now, it feels like something I buried… but didn’t actually get rid of.

And the problem is—it’s not something I can just recreate with my boyfriend. He’s not into it. Not even a little. And I respect that. I really do.

But lately, the thoughts haven’t just been passing. They’ve been loud. Persistent. Distracting. Like an itch I can’t ignore.

I catch myself thinking about going back—posting again, putting myself out there, slipping into that old persona I used to wear so easily. Part of me misses how intense everything felt, how consuming it was. Even the darker elements—the roleplay, the simulated “threats,” the way people would feed into that dynamic in a way that felt controlled but overwhelming at the same time. I’ve even thought about opening myself up to Reddit messages again, letting people reach out and play into those fantasies. It’s like my brain is trying to drag me back into that version of myself, even though I know it complicates everything I have now.

And that’s where the guilt kicks in.

Because outside of this one thing, my relationship is good. Solid. Safe. Everything people say you’re supposed to want. So why does this one unmet need feel so… loud?

I don’t know if it’s just nostalgia, or something deeper that I never really dealt with. But I can’t stop thinking about it—and the more I try to ignore it, the stronger it gets.

I feel stuck between who I used to be, and who I’m trying to be now… and I don’t know which one is going to win.

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u/Embarrassed_Room4902 — 24 days ago