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| The truth of the matter is, I'm not really sure what I want.
I don't have any place to be, but I still have obligations.
I don't have a plan, but I have a lot of desires.
I want to submit, but I fear submission.
I want to be controlled, but I want to be free.
I suppose at the end of the day, I just want to find the right man who will control my loyalty, utterly. Someone who can love me one minute, and make me his whore the next. Someone who respects me, but can call me any degrading thing in the book. I'm not holding my breath, but it's always nice to dream
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