You kind of remind me of a secret desire I had once. And that was to be impaled by a rusty pitch fork. then to be hoisted up to the side of a barn wall. My body held in place by a bunch of bent nails. A big black horse would be in there, it's unblinking brown eyes (Do horses blink?) glaring at me for hours on end. Then all of a sudden the horse would speak to me in this eerie mister Ed voice saying: How's it hangin'? And then it would start laughing in this whinney type horse laugh. And then it grow silent and go back to staring at me again. So like you I do wonder if this desire is normal. I mean we both have similar desires, right? Well, sort of.
Is it normal i want to be abused like this?
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You kind of remind me of a secret desire I had once. And that was to be impaled by a rusty pitch fork. then to be hoisted up to the side of a barn wall. My body held in place by a bunch of bent nails. A big black horse would be in there, it's unblinking brown eyes (Do horses blink?) glaring at me for hours on end. Then all of a sudden the horse would speak to me in this eerie mister Ed voice saying: How's it hangin'? And then it would start laughing in this whinney type horse laugh. And then it grow silent and go back to staring at me again. So like you I do wonder if this desire is normal. I mean we both have similar desires, right? Well, sort of.