It is a busy world out there. Constant demands on your time and attention. So many things that need to be paid attention to, and tracked, and taken care of before it is too late. But you are doing it. You are strong and independent and self-sufficient. You don't need anybody to survive. Certainly not a man. At least that is what you tell everyone you believe, though perhaps with not as much conviction as you once had.

The truth is you are exhausted. Like so many others. Looking forward in life and seeing the same slog day after day work no end in sight. The truth is that at the end of the day, when you leave the rest of the world behind and enter your fantasies you aren't thinking about being about how equal a man is treating you...you're thinking about being fucked. You're thinking about being out of control and a man ravishing your body. You imagine being an object of desire and passion. That is what speaks to your core and heals you after the stress of the day.

But there is this wall thrown up, an artifical one. Millions of other voices telling you what you are supposed to find enjoyable and what you are not. What is acceptable as a woman to do and what is not. And so after the orgasm comes the guilt and you pull away from the very thing you sought out when you most needed comfort and release.

Why do you let others decide for you? What about your freedom of choice? Who is anyone else to tell you what you should enjoy as kink? Or how much of it is really kink after all?