A recent greentext post about an imaginary wife made me think of this.
Have you ever had a dream, where you fell in love with a dream character?
I’ve had at least a couple over the years that I can vaguely remember. The dreams were so vivid, and the feeling of love for this imaginary person was so strong, that I woke up feeling rather heartbroken and a sense of longing.
Anyone else?
Because from a young age women are encouraged to be prim, proper, and demure.
And if a woman expresses herself sexually and then gets sexually assaulted, it’s always assumed she was asking for it.
That’s stupid. We’re missing peak horniness like that, both genders like sex (and getting blown and fucked) anyways.