Power and sex. What’s it to you? To me, it’s the weirdly unshakeable attraction I have to the idea of being used by a man twice my age. Thinking about this obsession makes me uncomfortably squirm and search for valid reasons for denial, but I feel my underwear becoming wet and slippery from the same degrading thought. What’s the deal with that anyhow…
Here’s what I know.
I like the idea of calling someone daddy and begging them to give me permission to cum.
I’m most attracted to the least attractive men. Potbelly, chicken legs, liver spots, slightly too long fingernails, you name it. The question is why. What makes me lust after the thought of an encounter with a man like that.
I want to feel needed. I want to feel treasured. I want to feel used. I want my young and ripe body to cause you to ache with need to complete the most basic of human acts; procreation. This is where it gets worse (or better). I want to drive you to your wits end as you to try to avoid cumming in me and fail. I want to be filled up by your useless seeds which normally spurt out into dirty socks, fleshlights, ratty t-shirts, and closed fists. I can take those ugly secretive daily routines and turn them into budding life, the continuation of the human line. You fill me, my breasts will grow and tenderly ache for you. The image of fertility haunts my lust as I stare after you and the other unwanted ones. I want to give it all to you.
Breed me and watch me flower for you.
Now let’s be clear. I hate children. I have no plans on having them. I’m just obsessed with the idea of being used for your most basic instinct. Truly, I’m fascinated and thrilled by your obsession. I actually think it might be a bit unhealthy, but I’m guessing no one has a truly healthy sex life devoid of strange yearnings and unacknowledged fetishes.
Instead of feeling shame in wanting to be your cum slut, I instead am basking in my power as I imagine you day dreaming of me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hv2jcy/an_open_letter_to_you_the_day_dreamer_personal