I wrote this explanation of my kinky sprain fantasies in 2019. Here it is now, for you to enjoy. I sometimes feel very lonely in this, so if you feel something similar, I'm probably very excited about that.
Playful then intense then painful then loving
How a story is written
For whom
We care to some degree
We want to be in it, not just profit from it
We, that is the imagined subset of people that I am thinking of writing this not-story
I imagine flirting with a cutie
I imagine the cutie flirting with me
I imagine a good base of communication and consent in the small things
Maybe we don’t talk much, maybe we use too many words because we are nervous as heck
But we figure out what we do
We, is me and them
Me and you if you want
But me and them
And we hug and we kiss and we roll around on the floor
My body on theirs, forceful and gentle
Theirs on mine, pinning me down
I want to smell our excitement and hear their fingers
Blocks of delicate movements
Swarms of directed force
But you know, in real life, I would be happy with that. But in my dreams
In my dreams I want something more
Something that makes me wet, actually
Makes me hard thinking about
And I die a few deaths from embarrassment, but I do
I do inevitably imagine myself getting hurt
Bad? Sometimes, trivially sometimes
And just imagine the consequences
Imagine us handling the situation
Imagine me being vulnerable and showing my pain
But also also
Them hurting me more and me loving it
Say, back in the scene, we are shoving and pushing each other, lovingly, clinging to each other
I feel their breath and sense my trust
And what happens is I step weird when they push me
And my foot catches on the floor
And my ankle twists, ow
Shit
And we do the whole “are you okay” and “yeah I think so but ow” and “come on let’s get you to the sofa and some ice on that”
And I enjoy it
I enjoy thinking about it, it feels warm and good
But also, I imagine us being ridiculous
I imagine their fingers sliding down my leg
Reaching my ankle that is starting to swell and feels kind of shit to be honest
And them pressing gently and looking at me and asking “does it hurt?”
Me, at one point saying it’s fine and at another yes, oww, shit
Shit does it hurt
And them going on, prodding every bit of my mildly injured foot
Until I am reduced to tears
But it miraculously makes sense for them to do it
And they care for me and I am happy
Just like that.
I imagine my leg being elevated and the ice on the swelling
I hornily imagine us talking through the “is it bad”
Maybe exaggerating a bit
Like
I’m not sure, it does hurt a lot, but let’s just wait for now
Can you move it, oww
Oh I love when in these fantasies someone (it is not always me)
Says that it hurts, a lot
And I know that this is just me thinking in metaphors, wishing I could be so honest about my feelings
But also
It is hot
They lift the ice from my foot and look at it judgingly,
Run their hand over it and it hurts a little bit,
And they take my injured foot in their hands and start bandaging it,
Loops around my ankle and up my leg a bit
And it is snug and safe and warm
And more pain awaits once I decide to test my walk
And my fantasy shifts, maybe I want it worse now
I imagine being with a friend who lives in another city
Visiting them for a while
And they love the medical aspects while I love the pain and the comfort
And I trip, for real, and my foot is injured, for real
And they take me to the hospital later but first we find time to explore
Touching the injury, as long as it is just bearable, it is allowed to hurt a lot
And I try taking a step and I scream and they hold me and help me to their car
And my leg ends up casted and we are both happy
I like the immobilisation and they like caring for me.
Then I imagine the same situation but all pretend
I pretend to have broken my leg and he pretends to know how to cast it
Just keep it for a few days while I’m visiting, then return home with a secret.
I dont even like casts, in horny ways, they protect instead of exposing.
But I do appreciate some of the comfort fantasies they prime for.
And I do appreciate how many people are into them sexually and how we could
cooperate.