-I acquired a vintage public domain BDSM movie on a DVD-R, aka The Men In Her Life and shit is getting real:
Yes, I've gushed about its first half-hour before but it no longer has burnt-in Russian subs and I'm basically hyperventilating over all the dominationy stuff and canes and slapping and discipline and *breathes into a bag* I wanted to write a serious blog entry about all kinds of submissive fantasies, up to and including the ultimate featured here--that of letting your lover take you and shape you into something beautiful, a vessel of their greatness and then make you great through that--and how it wasn't my thing but seriously fucking hot in fiction when done right--but my brain's melted and puddled in my knickers. Connie's just so gorgeous when he's angry at her but because he's tortured with his love for her and how he cares for her and all the daddy issue kinks are just wrapped in one big beautiful bundle right there. And, you know, canes.
-Oh, speaking of politically incorrect fantasies:
PLEASE STOP ME FROM WRITING THIS BECAUSE THIS IS KIND OF FREAKING ME OUT and because I read the novel like twenty years ago and don't remember much. But is the world trying to make my ship exist in more than just one time period? Am I dealing with Time Lords here? I mean, how likely is that? It's like the world wants me to write this crossover. *sobs quietly*
P.S. I am tired of
even his breathing between lines being whorebreathing. See tags. I'm honestly not used to this level of whore on any actor. I'm not sure how long my psyche/vagina/anus can take this. WHY