yesterday was the “tell rosetta your pervy little secret/fantasy involving her” day.
now, i’m very fond of pervy little secrets. i’m even more fond of fantasies involving me.
when a beautiful, dear friend discloses that he wants to masturbate for me, i’m simply beaming! thrilled!
a possible lover talking about filling me up with a fist and a cock… i’m biting my lip and squirming in my chair.
and when my ex [finally] comes out about being a crossdresser, i’m thrilled for him. but the thing is, he wants me to be his daddy.
i’m just not that kind of girl. i’m a bottom, and usually the only time i switch up is when i know it’s going to get me some retaliatory domination. what i really want to do now is dress up with him and help him with his makeup. he just completely desexualized himself in my mind!
a lot of things are coming together and making sense now. the dude totally gets off on me correcting his spelling. we never had any sort of conventional sex, which i’m now realizing is probably because neither one of us wanted to be the one in charge. crazy!
he told me i could have figured this out when he started shaving his legs seven years ago. i think it’s wonderfully hilarious that i didn’t make any connections between leg-shaving and anything else. just because you like having smooth legs doesn’t mean you have to like wearing lacy panties! and at the same time, wearing lacy panties has nothing to do with whether you shave or not!
oh, it’s a funny world…
