The Problem with Your Imagination The trick isn’t to find someone who does it better than

The Problem with Your Imagination

The trick isn’t to find someone who does it better than you. You’re fighting a losing battle if those are your criteria, because psychics really aren’t all that common in the big bad world. I can’t know what’s going on inside your head, at least not the specific thoughts, or the specific sensations. Instead I can only make educated guesses, read you as best I can, and adapt. 

The trick, then, is to find someone who will do it in a way that makes you forget about how you do it yourself. Masturbation is all well and good, but a major con is that it relies so very much on your imagination. There is no outside force at work, worming its way under your skin to clutch at your heart and your mind with the same strong fingers. Your imagination can’t be unpredictable, or do the unexpected. 

Your imagination won’t fuck you like I can. It won’t make you come over, and over, and force you to beg for it every time. It won’t say yes the instant you ask, and then suddenly deny it the next time, pushing you to the brink of sanity before I let you plunge off that cliff and drown in the pleasure of it all. Your imagination won’t overwhelm you with force, and melt you down with oh so much passion.

And, I’m afraid, your imagination won’t call you a good little fuck thing and kiss you on your forehead before wrapping a nice pair of arms around you. Your imagination won’t take care of you when you’re a trembling wreck of sex and submission.

Which makes it awfully good that I’m around to do all that.