intendedq

There are some fantasies I've never understood: Corpses. Boss. Nurses.

I'm not saying there's anything wrong with them, it's just that you probably have to be there to get it. And by 'there', I mean stuck in a place where you can't do anything much except fantasise, and your mind latches onto the nearest available motif: corpses if you frequent funerals; the boss if you've got a mind-numbing office job; and nurses if you've ever had to spend prolonged amounts of time in hospital.

Luckily I've never experienced any of those, so the peculiar fascination with those festishes remains beyond me.

But AnneClaire is still hot