There's something to be said about realizing you've developed a new kink for something you never thought you would. You can be in denial all you want, but the truth is, you've started getting wet to yet another deranged idea. Another way to get fucked senseless, and you want it so bad, even though you know you shouldn't.
And that thought makes you all the more wet too.
It's pathetic really, how easily your mind falls for yet another way to relinquish any semblance of control, how much your body just wants to be abused and used in so many ways now, including this new way, that you never even wanted to like.
But you do. You like it so much. And now, yet again, you know there's no going back.
You weren't supposed to like any of this.
But weren't you? It's almost as if you were always this way and just too afraid to admit it.
When you finally do, you’ll start to see the beauty in it. You’re discovering so much about yourself, and each time, you resist less.
Sure, you’re getting worse, but you’re also getting wetter.
It's so much easier to just embrace it. To submit.
I know it is for me.
