A Drug-Like Addiction

This week I experienced another wonderful SB and CD session. It was truly enjoyable. Typically, I have a restricted window to explore my fantasies, but when I visit the cottage, I can do what pleases me for as long as I wish, with complete safety from ever being caught. At home, the restraints are usually straightforward and time is tight. Yet, much like many good things in life, gaining more only increases my desire.

Over the years, I’ve wished for ties that feel more authentic, perils that seem genuine, and a broader selection of clothing options with sexier choices. I remember searching everywhere for white knee-high boots that actually fit me properly. After so much time, I have come to realize all these wants and ideas. Years ago, I would never have imagined I’d be able to do what I do now while looking as good as I do. And yet, it’s still not enough…

I find myself somewhat lost at times, wondering where my next step should be. It feels like an addicted junkie who, after getting their fix, craves even more. Maybe it is time to share this journey and have a partner in crime, so to speak. But having such opportunities right under our noses yet feeling distant… that’s the strange part.