NemoAlia
Voracious
- Joined
- Jul 31, 2001
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Okay, those of you who know me (and we do go way back!) will know that I'm a fairly level-headed, SSC sort of girl. And those of you who really know me will know that I'm a nonsmoker, nonsmoker, very rare drinker, fairly straight-edge sort of pervert.
Why, then, have my most compelling fantasies lately been about drugs?
Either the "slip a mickey" kind of scene (a one-off date rape deal) or a full-on forced addiction to something far more sinister. There's not a lot of hot fiction written about this, and the only non-fiction I've found is -- of course -- non-erotic.
Still, in my mind, when I'm all alone with the candles lit and the bubble bath steaming, I'm starting to think, "Yes, please. Shave my head and make me beg for the needle."
I wonder how this would translate into a safe, sane, and consensual relationship. Probably the date rape drug would be the most reasonable -- no permanent chemical dependency. But what about real addiction? Is it too scary? A line we shouldn't cross?
Why, then, have my most compelling fantasies lately been about drugs?
Either the "slip a mickey" kind of scene (a one-off date rape deal) or a full-on forced addiction to something far more sinister. There's not a lot of hot fiction written about this, and the only non-fiction I've found is -- of course -- non-erotic.
Still, in my mind, when I'm all alone with the candles lit and the bubble bath steaming, I'm starting to think, "Yes, please. Shave my head and make me beg for the needle."
I wonder how this would translate into a safe, sane, and consensual relationship. Probably the date rape drug would be the most reasonable -- no permanent chemical dependency. But what about real addiction? Is it too scary? A line we shouldn't cross?