How to put words to something so essential to my identity? What's the appeal of breathing? Eating? Sleeping? For me, it's a basic need, and when it isn't met, I'm not quite whole.
I crave that sweet moment of utter powerlessness, of knowing that no matter what I say or do, I have no say in what happens to me. I need the responsibility to rest on someone else's shoulders, if only for an hour or two. I need to be pushed to my limit, and beyond it. And after I'm beautifully broken, I need to be held and comforted, and told that everything is okay.
I don't find kink appealing. For me, it's a necessity.
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