I’ve always had a fascination with lack of control in s**. It could stem from a lot of things, and I could talk about every reason for hours, but that’s not the point of this really. I like being drunk during s**. I have been once, and that was the only time I’ve truly enjoyed s**. Other times it just seems like a thing to do. Because I care about the other person. The only way I can enjoy it other times is by having control of the other person. I like the idea of having s** with a drunk person, coercing them into it. I’ve never done that. Never done anything like it or anything illegal. I like the idea of someone completely losing themself and their morals simply because doing so feels wonderful or because they’re changing supernaturally and can’t help it. I love to read about slow vampire transformations, especially the ones where the victim is very morally opposed to the idea. It’s better when they starve themselves until they can’t help but hunt for blood, overcompensating because they’re just so hungry. They keep doing this until eventually they break, either resigning themselves to this fate or learning to enjoy their new existence.