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My fantasy is very different from my actual sex life.
that's probably because it's not easy to find the right person for it.
most of woman want to be dominated, or have a 'making love' kind of sex..
i can enjoy that, but my real passion ignites in darkness, in taboo, in bad things.
in my fantasy, the woman that is with me, is behind confident,
she is behind sexy, she is more like a divine being.
all my thoughts and fears dissolves around her.
her eyes tells me that she knows me better then i know my self.
i lose control. she takes it. but she demands full presents.
full awareness. she want me to look deep in her eyes,
and be aware that i'm hers and i can't do anything about it.
my trust in her is so deep that she could kill me, and i won't try to stop her.
she enjoys caching my off grad. she is playful, she is bad.
she is selfish. but i trust her. i will do everything for her.
she enjoys that she is got me in to this place.
and in the place when i'm the most vulnerable, i'm the most - me.
i open up like a rear flower and this is exactly what she's like to see.
and when i'm here, in that place, nothing can stop me.
not the toughs of others, not even of my self.
in that place, i'm free.
and i'm taking her with me.
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