I'm a happy and happily married man. We have a BDSM type of thing, I'm a dom, she's a sub. That's great, but not what this is about; not entirely. Our reasons are our own, I suppose, but I need some sort of horrid release; I have this need - I think we all have it: to be the opposite of ourselves in some vulgar, grotesque way. That need that surfaces at odd hours when slippery thoughts slither into our brains and suggest doing things we would never admit to under light of day, the things we ourselves don't want, but, somehow, really want but want not to say we do.

So, what kinds of things in this opposite world where I'm not the person in power? I want all the fucking nasty stuff. Say mean things, be a total, selfish bitch of a person - who cares if you really are, we all have a sliver, a splinter of shittiness inside of ourselves. Ride my face till you drip with cum. Fuck it, come over and do it with a load of cum already inside you. Push it out on my face. Push out a fart while you're at it. Rub your asshole all over my mouth. Force my jaw open with your ass and shit in it; why not, there's something primal in that. Piss on my wall, squirt on my pillows, drag your wet cunt over the furniture and tell me how much better you could do and have done. Have at it.

And why? Why should you do this? Because it's an opportunity. An opportunity to get off, get free of polite society, to be dirty, to revel in the vulgar? Perhaps. An opportunity to go home, get a shower, and regret cumming in such a horrible way, to look in the mirror and see a dirty bitch staring back at you with a mix of regret in her eyes and jawline? Perhaps. An opportunity to be something else, to have a new experience? Perhaps.

Should you, shouldn't you? Will you enjoy genuine debauchery? Will you despise it? Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. But like rollercoasters, surgery, and dancing after midnight, it's bullshit as a hypothetical and a real fucking rush when birthed into the world of actual events. So, yeah, this is fucked, but it is something and that's more than most milquetoast offerings of a hump and a finger. I yearn for that more, I think we all do, but maybe you don't, and that'd be okay, but if you do, I'm here and I want that part of you, in all it's vile and vulgar glory - give me it and let's revel and regret together in the long, lonely, dark night.