Is this my fetish? Why does it turn me on so much?
I caught myself doing it… and couldn't even pinpoint exactly when it started. That one feeling… that tingling sensation that was suddenly there. Unexpected. Intense. And somehow… new. My mind immediately screamed, “You shouldn't do that.” But that only made it stronger. Why does something you're supposed to question feel so damn good? Maybe it's precisely this interplay… between control and simply letting go. This “Am I even allowed to do this?” and simultaneously this “I want it anyway.” And the more I think about it… the more I wonder: Is this really my fetish…?
