Everyone has a bucket list. Right? Well, mine is a bit different. But first, I have to make a confession. My post on ‘How kinky am I really‘ was triggered by a real message that I got. I think the person, and I have a suspicion about who it really is, has every intention of finding out whether I’m for real.

But I did use the occasion to set myself some goals to get back into the swing. During the pandemic, it’s been extremely difficult to do anything. I really hope that’s going to change. When life starts to return to a new normal, I hope to get into a better normal as well. That, my friends, means checking off some of the items on my bucket list.

“Master, can you please fuck me in the ass?”

Devie has a great piece on anal sex. I love anal sex, but never had the chance to have someone take full advantage of me. I actually prefer anal sex when it comes to deep penetration. So what’s in my bucket list? Training up to the point where I can take a good anal fisting. In my imagination, I get punch fisted so hard and fast that I get completely lost in the action. The deeper the better. I want to feel a fist so deep inside me, in places that have never experience what it’s like to be used for someone’s pleasure. I don’t know if I ever get that far, or will have the opportunity, but, hell, that’s what bucket lists are there for, right?

Thankfully there is a particular church…

Floss has a great post about several outdoor adventures. Not all of them happy ones. However, the scene of having a church to escape to goes right into my bucket list. There is something so erotic and wrong about having sex inside a church that I just have to do it. I frankly don’t care how good the sex is, but violating every rule there is about what should and should not happen inside a church is hot as fuck. I will not go to my grave without having my mind fucked out inside a church. That’s a promise.

There is no doubt in my mind that my darkest fantasies run far deeper

LSB has a great post about how dark fantasies can get. Fortunately, it does not involve anything that would be a criminal act. But the idea is a total turn on for me. Just, I want to be the one who gets suspended by her feet, tortured by a sadistic master for days, barely surviving. Just serving the pleasure of others. In my fantasies, there are no limits. Anything goes, to the point where I would probably not survive if it were real. I’m not crazy, but feeling that this is the end, not knowing whether I’ll make it, and seeing how every part of me is used, is definitely on my bucket list.