We had been planning this arts and crafts day for weeks now. Every weekend the boys had to squirty squirt in cups and jars. It was a huge mystery for them. Nana had never had this rule before and all I would tell them is that we were going to do something extra special at the end of the month. Each week as our jars filled up and I stocked them in the fridge, the questions just kept cumming. “Are we going to cook with it Nana? Are we going to make milk shakes out of them Nana?” On and on. Even though these are wonderful ideas and we may use them one day, we weren’t going to use them this time. I knew that what I had in mind was going to be great fun for all of us. The day finally came and they were crazy with excitement and curiosity. I lined the jars up on the table. Everyone took their clothes off so we wouldn’t get them messy. Out came food coloring and paper, The questions were coming, the giggles were loud and you could feel the excitement in the air. Finally I told them what we were going to do. We were going to add the food coloring to the jars of cum. We would make as many different colors as we could think of and then we would use the colored cum to finger paint. They could make pictures on the paper of finger paint each other. We all know that we can eat cum and the food coloring is edible so they were free to lick their canvases clean and start all over again. We had so much home made finger paint we played all day. They created wonderful works of art and we created wonderful memories with Nana Camilla.
Have you ever fantasized about killing someone? Maybe even someone in your family? Well, I have often, especially this one annoying as fuck cousin. When we were wee ones he was always teasing me about my big boobs. Called me names; grabbed them roughly; even pulled my top up on the bus and in school. He also made fun of my height. He was just a bully, still is. He is the reason I got made fun of for being an Amazon woman, and boys my age wanted nothing to do with me. I use to try to strap my boobs down so no one knew just how big they were. My cousin Frank called them ugly torpedoes. I use to get upset, cry to my uncle; but now I am comfortable in my skin. I love my huge melons. And so do my offspring and their offspring! But I still have revenge fantasies about snuffing out my cousin.
How do I fantasize about killing him? With the very objects of his ridicule. That’s right, in my fantasy world, I would smother him with my natural, huge 40 EE breasts. I would sneak into his bedroom one night, pull back the covers, first mock his little dick, which he did have. I saw it once when I was ankle biker and supposedly asked why he didn’t have a pee pee like other boys. I think that is why he tortured me later in life. Okay, back to my fantasy. I would lower my breasts onto his face, pushing the nipples up into his nose, and forcing my flesh into his mouth. If he struggled much, I would put my full weight on him. I’d smother him with killer boobs until he was no longer moving.
Twisted I know. But, come on we all have revenge fantasies. And if you are gonna get whacked, wouldn’t you rather it be by a pair of killer boobs than a gun? Hell, I could smother you with my big melons or even your offspring or mine just for fun!
We all have them, whether at the back of our minds or in the forefront of our every thought, they are there. I want to explore the most shocking, dark or kinky desires you are a slave to. These thoughts you just cant control, they wont let up no matter how hard you try to hide them or drown them out, they haunt you. These are the things you don’t feel safe talking to anyone about, the affairs you fear may come out to your family or wife. These are things that drive you to drink yourself numb. The reasons you gain an addiction trying to find something to over ride the thoughts.
Your secrets are safe when you let me in on them. Feel comforted in what others consider disturbing. I wont judge you for the dark desires you hold enchained in your mind. I want you to disclose all of them to me, I will listen. I will offer positive reinforcement when needed. I am the therapist you desire to disclose all that haunts you.
It would be such a shame to have these dark desires consume you and ultimately kill you inside. It would be a shame that you are driven to insanity because you feel no one is there to listen without judging or locking you up. It never hurts to disclose what ails your mind and holds you back from living a fulfilling life. Those chains that bind you don’t have to. The mind numbing drugs aren’t always the means to an end. Open up to me.