Long before I realized I was a sadist I always had a thing for aftercare. Growing up, alot of my sexual fantasies involved comforting sad or injured boys. Sitting on laps. Cradling heads. Petting their hair. Holding them while they cry. All of this was a huge turn on for me. It seems to have grown and evolved over the years into what I want now. And maybe this strange attraction to vulnerability was the starting point.

Long before I realized I was a sadist I always had a thing for aftercare. Growing up, alot of my sexual fantasies involved comforting sad or injured boys. Sitting on laps. Cradling heads. Petting their hair. Holding them while they cry. All of this was a huge turn on for me. It seems to have grown and evolved over the years into what I want now. And maybe this strange attraction to vulnerability was the starting point.

(Source: itslatingirl, via at-her-feet)

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