“Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.”
― Lana Del Rey
I used this quote to go with my ‘I am Free’ image for Sinful Sunday two weeks ago. But I never elaborated further on it mainly because the image that week really spoke for itself. I mean you can’t cover the darkest fantasies topic more than covering yourself in fake blood in a bathtub and have a metal claw digging into your flesh now, can you?
Well, actually I think you can.
There is no doubt in my mind that my darkest fantasies run far deeper. I think the more we play and the more my husband pushes me – my dark streak gets a little bit more exposed. Now I don’t think it will ever go to the extremes of Hostel 2 and start killing folks for fun. Prob best to state that – I just thought that scene would be fun to create.
No, what I am referring to is I think in me there is someone who wants to be pushed harder, someone who wants to dip into her kinks deeper. I do believe there is a huge humiliation/degradation kink streak in me that we have only scraped the surface with. I know the pain slut in me craves more. I know I would love to experiment more with breath play and maybe even dip into knife play.
I am also keen to play more with water. I have it in my head that I want to come only with water but in a torture scene. Like a constant drip for so long, that gradulally gets heavier and heavier until it tips me over. Not really sure if such a play exists or there is a name for it but honestly, I find the idea so hot.
I think it will take more than a few years to quench the wanton wench in me.
The one the craves searing flesh.
The one that languishes us when we aren’t active.
The one than succumbs to His beguiling nature.
The one who hopes that one day some of those darkest fantasies become her reality.