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The Frozen Thing
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It's 04:30 and I'm crossdressed, stoned, hypnotized and helpless. In other words, another lovely day beckons.
In the hyperbolic nonsense that is my feminized life, I haven't reported upon one interesting erotic experience: freezing.
It just happens. I suddenly stop. I freeze like a photo image; mid-gesture, posed like a statue. Nothing really causes it, although maybe it is preceeded by a brief erotic trigger. I don't know because my mind shuts off. Blank. Horny. Empty. That is all. World around me feels inaccessible. I am stopped. The only experience "during" the freeze is the slow sense of melting from within. Once it breaks, and I move again and think again, I feel sweetly blank, empty and docile.
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Posted on : Jan 30, 2020
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Commented on Jan 31, 2020
i've felt that before, when my pretty little head just stops and i get this wonderful feeling of serenity like i've just woken up from a lobotomy.
sometimes i wish i could just feel like that all the time. let the responsible adults take care of everything while i'm off being a dumb little baby.
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