NONS*XUAL DOMINANCE IS SO <3 having someone choose for you? placing a hand on your back? pulling you closer in crowded areas? fixing your hair when you didnt know it was messy? holding your hand to guide you through crowds? telling you when you should eat/go to bed? god tier
There is something deeply unfair about the way a predator can look at you, when they’ve decided you’re their target to keep. All the while the prey in your chest is beating itself against your ribs, not because it wants to escape, but because it desperately wants to be caught🐰🐺
I fear my survival instincts and my desires have entered into a deeply inappropriate alliance because why does being looked at like prey feel so much like being worshipped? Why does being hunted feel so much like being wanted? Why is the bunny in me craving to be prey for a wolf?
The bunny part of me is not interested in safety. The bunny part of me sees a wolf in the treeline and thinks:
“Well, that’s probably a terrible idea…”
Followed immediately by:
“However… 🤰🏼”
“Stop being such an attention whore, no-one wants to see your tits.”
First of all, this is kinky twitter? Shut up?
Second of all, my tits are great and people have paid to see them.
Third of all, I’m literally a slut for attention. 🤣