Have you always excelled at the good girl act? Getting perfect grades, ticking all the boxes, winning all the awards there were to win. You got some resentment sure, but you were driven, you had focus. All through HS and university you knew you were in the right, you knew where you were headed. You had vision and goals.

Now as you age past uni you wonder if you missed out on a lot of fun you could have been having. If maybe you did it all wrong. The awards and accolades are all evaporating, you realize they were manipulations, meaningless, you’re a bit adrift. That systemic praise that motivated you is completely gone. It disappeared as soon as you were handed your diploma.

While others were out partying you were studying, baking, taking care of people. You always made up bullshit stories in your head about how you wouldn’t succumb to those tingling urges between your thighs. You’d rub out little orgasms and feel guilty as hell. Then avoid your body for weeks or months.

Well as you sit here today, pussy soaked from reading kinky stories and messages, you’re pretty sure you repressed a decade or two in your sexual growth. You want your body to be stimulated by something other than your silicone vibrator. You want a man’s touch, you want complete and total sensory surrender. You want someone to say “it’s okay” when he tells you to shut off your rational brain and just feel his fingers dancing across your clit, or probing for your G-spot as he kisses you, touches you, possesses your body, mind and soul.

You have no fucking idea how to ask for what you truly crave. Sure you’ve hooked up, you’ve had dates and short relationships, but you’ve never let yourself be vulnerable and shared those core cravings from deep inside you, good girls don’t do THAT. You always self sabotage and nit pick and you’re back to your vibrator in a few weeks. Or you settle for vanilla, a stable vanilla relationship feels safe, but it actually kinda knocks you even more off-center as you think about it and soak your panties, not getting what your dark kinky mind craves.

I know what you really want is to just let go and experience what it would be like to cede control and let someone else decide what you should feel. Are you ready to take a little step in that direction and get daily tasks from an online dom? You’d wake up each day with expectations, a bit of purpose, and things you have to do during your good girl days that are depraved and delicious.

Feel seen at all? Seems like you should reply so we can chat. I know you don’t usually reply here, but today is different, you’re squirming after reading this one. Talk to you soon. Dip your fingers through your pussy folds first, I need a status update from between your quivering legs, describe how your juices taste today for me.