There’s a tension in me tonight that I can’t shake. A heat beneath my skin, begging to erupt, but not in the way most would think. I don’t want to scream. I don’t want to lash out. It’s deeper than that. Something darker, more twisted - something I can’t handle on my own.

I want to be broken tonight. I need it.

I’m fragile, but not in the way people usually assume. I can handle pain - physical, sexual, that’s easy. What I can’t handle is the emptiness that comes after. The hollow feeling that lingers long after the marks have faded. I need something more. I need someone who sees beyond all that, someone who knows that real dominance is about getting into your head, not just controlling your body.

It has to be him - older, sharper, someone who knows how to cut without using a blade. He’s not cruel, not in the way people think. He’s precise. Calculated. He knows exactly where to press, where to hurt, without ever raising his voice. It’s not about degrading me. I don’t need to be called names or treated like I’m less than. No, I need him to dismantle me in a way that no one else can.

I want him to pick me apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but the raw, exposed truth. I want him to strip away everything I hide behind - all the strength, the bravado, until all I can do is cry. It’s the kind of cry that isn’t about weakness. It’s about release. About surrender.

I need him to make me feel fragile, to remind me that I don’t have to be so damn strong all the time. That I can be weak in front of him, that I can fall apart, and he’ll be there, watching me crumble with the kind of satisfaction that only comes from knowing you’ve truly dominated someone - not their body, but their mind, their heart, their soul.

It’s not just about the pain. It’s about the intimacy of it. The connection. I need him to see me, to understand me, to know me in a way that no one else does. To remind me that I can’t hide from him. Not tonight.

I want to be shattered, and I want him to be the one to do it. And when the tears fall, when I’m left shaking, vulnerable, exposed - I want to look at him and know that he’s taken something from me that I can’t ever get back.

And I want to thank him for it.

If you’re him, truly him and not just some guy who skipped past my words and sent a response just for the fuck of it - please reach out.

Also, please ignore my post history..