Please note: This piece, and the piece it links to, discuss my personal sex life and sexual fantasies in some detail. Family members and others who don’t want to read about that — please don’t.
I have a new piece up on the Blowfish Blog. In it, I talk about an odd pattern I’ve noticed in my sex fantasies — namely, a need for those fantasies to be plausible, with an obsessive tendency to tinker with the setting and the backstory until they become plausible. And I ask if anyone else has a similar pattern… and if so, how they deal with it.
It’s called The Plausible Fantasy, and here’s the teaser:
What the fuck?
They’re fantasies, for fuck’s sake. The whole point of fantasies is that they’re not real, and don’t have to be. The whole point of fantasies is that they’re for my enjoyment, in the entirely consensual privacy of my own head. That’s the whole point of having a fantasy about getting spanked in the cafe bathroom, instead of actually doing something. And if I enjoy thinking about getting spanked in the cafe bathroom, then I should be able to enjoy thinking about getting spanked in the cafe bathroom… without worrying about whether actually getting spanked in the cafe bathroom would be an unacceptable breach of cafe etiquette.
To read more, read the rest of the piece. Enjoy!