Current obsessive fantasy: getting spit roasted by two or more h**** old men. Preferably a room full of them.
I don’t like goodbyes with people I like, I sometimes I just skip it. Often in these scenarios, I just cancel the last meeting we’re supposed to have and say I’m ill. That way the last time I saw them isn’t sad because we thought we had one more meeting before parting ways and we don’t need to say farewell.
I wish I got pregnant by someone other than my fiancé.
This is one of my latest fantasies, including ɪɴᴄᴇsᴛ with my (non-existent) brother.
