More people are subs than doms.
If you show someone a picture of someone tied up, duct tape over their mouth, struggling, breathing heavy, clothes torn, loomed over by a dark figure, there's a greater chance they'd want to be the victim, over the person who has that victim at their mercy.
Is something wrong with me?
People on the internet cry out for a top, saying they need someone to fuck them now. It hurts too much. "When will a strong man hold me down and take what he wants?" I'd rather just go to sleep.
Is something wrong with me?
I tell them all that I don't mind. Mostly I don't. A little bit I lie. I still think about their hips, every now and then. I want to tell her to wear the lingerie for me. I hold my tongue. She puts her hand down my partner's pants. Both of them make sounds of disgust at the idea of touching me. And then they laugh, as if they're joking.
Is something wrong with me?
They say they love me. Wednesday, she said, and then made excuses, and excuses started to pile on. I told her I'd wait forever, that she never needs to touch me if she didn't want to, and I'd love her anyway. So why do her words still sound like excuses? All I'm asking for is for her hand to slip into mine. I don't need it. I don't need it. I will live without it. I am currently living without it.
Is something wrong with me?
Can we wait? she says. I just would rather not. She comes to school with her other boyfriend's hickies on her neck. He's just so needy. He couldn't make me cum. But she laughs when she talks about him hitting her cervix. I imply she's hot and she makes a face.
Is something wrong with me?
He used to tell me he loved me, and then he'd ignore me for a week. He asked me to hit him with a cane, to degrade him, to hold him down as if he didn't want it, to make him get on his knees and beg for it. I asked him when. He never responded. I blocked him.
Is something wrong with me?
They send me memes about giving me head and then push my hand away. She tells me she's never met someone with such compatible kinks and then tells me she'd rather be celibate. He asks me to piss in his mouth and then ghosts me.
I tell them all I'm okay without sex. I am.
But is something wrong with me?
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Assorted Poetry
PoetryI had a vent account on Poetizer, but it went paid, so I had to save the poems here. They're not particularly effortful, just vomited prose, but I had nothing else to do with them. They may be added to, or not. Largely not too graphic, but there is...
