Their Way

The normal everyday drag. Wake up. Go to work. Come home. Sleep. Bills. TV. Family. Friends. Weddings. Funerals. Round and round the carousel we go. The familiar stone grey of societal norms, expected of you and of everyone else, for every day of your life, from beginning to end. We all know that feeling. That existential something, blocked out by a metaphorical safety net cast down to keep the dark things at bay. At the back of our minds, we try to imagine what those things could be. Those somethings you are either made to forget, avoid or stare away at from afar.

The dark corners.
The lonely stairways.
The brothers.
The fathers.
The winking customers.
The leering bosses.
The lost opportunities.
The sudden urges.

We had entertained the imagination. Fantasies where fate decides to strip away our sense of control, like it will your dignity, to tear down all limits, like it will your sanity, and let all possibilities ride, like you will be until the hot sticky endings. Realities where the rules are bent by the will of others. Wake up. Suck cock. Go to work. Fucked by the boss. Come home. Threesomed on the couch. Orgies. Gangbangs. Taken and used. Used and taken. Load after load. Climax after climax. A new kind of carousel, dictated by those around you, and by those who want you. All you have to do is to believe yourself to be chosen, insert yourself into this make believe world, and let the wet dreams take you away....