I want to be standing on a stage in a dark room, wearing nothing but a number. I want to hear men bidding on me. I want to be sold to the highest bidder: someone cold, powerful, and demanding and have no choice but to go home with them and do whatever they command for a month

I don’t stop, and I don’t look directly at the windows. It’s a ritual now. If I don’t do the drive, I feel like my heartbeat isn’t synced correctly. she has no idea I’m the engine sound she hear s every night before she falls asleep.

it turns me into a voyeur of my own pleasure. I spend more time looking at the glass than at my partner

I fantasize about making my boyfriend sit in the corner, and forcing him to watch while I give myself to someone else

There is a guy who goes to the local coffee shop every morning at 8:30 AM. He always orders a black coffee, sits in the same corner, and reads a book. I don’t even like coffee, but I’ve spent over $300 this month just to sit two tables away and watch the way his throat moves when he swallows. I’ve memorized the scar on his thumb. I’m terrified of the day he finishes his book

I’ve been with my husband for twelve years. He’s very traditional, but I’ve caught him looking at certain types of men when he thinks I’m not watching. My darkest fantasy is to set up a scenario where he has no choice. I want to bring a dominant man into our bed, tie my husband down, and tell him that if he wants to touch me, he has to please the stranger first. I want to be the one who authorizes his hidden desires.

I put a very specific, coded request on a niche dating app: “Looking for someone to be my furniture” .. I found a submissive who spent three hours in my flat acting as my footstool while I drank scotch and read case files. No sex, no talking, just the weight of my boots on her back. It’s the only time my brain actually shuts off.