Does anyone else feel an underlying sense of sadness with this fantasy?
I love size play. Fantasizing about being tiny brings me joy and contentment. I was asked what my “happy place” is, and thinking about being tiny, trapped in my wife’s sock drawer is my go to place.
But while massaging her feet last night and dreaming about being a tiny roaming across her dry soles, like an arid desert, i just felt sad that i cant actually truly ever feel what it is like to be small. And that sense of longing and sadness always just rests in the back of my mind. My greatest desire is completely unreachable, and that is sad.
I would guess those into being large have it similar, but standing on a tall building or looking down from an airplane might help, even destroying little miniature towns can give the sense of being huge but I’ve never been able to get the sense of being tiny, or able to physically feel the rush of my wife’s foot looming over me.
It’s just an underlying sadness of the reality that I will never truly be able to experience my greatest joy.
Something I have learned to live with, but it makes me wonder if that is me or is it a part of this fetish for everyone.