I hate how my fantasies are making me question everything
Me again. As I’m sure you can see from my posts… these past few days have been a lot for me. Each time I make a post, the fantasies get filthier and I can’t make up my mind. The worst part is… it just turns me on so much. And on top of that, they range from me being forced to take cock and have a personal conversion.. or to me forcing a guy to cum inside of me and making him beg for it even if he doesn’t want to.
As worrisome as it would be irl, the thought of a guy becoming obsessed with breeding me and making me his gets be going. The moment he wants me, I’m his before I even know it. Watching what I’m doing, waiting for a chance to get me alone, and then finally declaring to me I’ll be his as he forces his cum in me. He would tell me he’s going to personally convert me until I admit I can love men. His plan would be to “fix” me and make me his wife.. make me have his children and start a family.. I’d be fighting back but it wouldn’t matter, he already made up his mind, I belong to him. Even though I don’t want that irl… it’s too hot imagining the depravity. Filming my cum filled cunt as evidence his therapy is working… making me watch myself get pounded, hearing the noises I make, it’s too much
On the other end though, something I would genuinely consider trying irl is domming a guy like I’ve discussed before… But it went from me being unsure about taking this fantasy to reality to now considering it. I want him to somehow feel desperate and helpless, but needy at the same time. I saw a post the other day that made me think it would be really hot to give a guy friend an aphrodisiac and then make him beg to have sex with me, only for me to take the lead and edge him. Of course I’m not too mean, I want him to cum, but only after proving to me that he really needs it. And it would go right into my cunt of course :) I’d just love to see the arousal build up from just teasing before I have my way with him, hearing his whines as he begs. Fuck I’m in deep aren’t I?