It’s not a specific thing I want you to do to me. It’s that I crave being vulnerable to you. I want to be at your mercy and in your care.
Like… The strength of my will is a precipice. I step off, let go, and I am in free fall. Everything after this is you, your will, like the air wrapping itself around me, claiming me.
Ohhhh fffuck. My head is buzzing now.
Ladyandthetrance 