I want to make out with you in the dark. I want you to compliment me, not this body but what you'd see if you were with me in headspace. I want you to tell me how close my voice in this body sounds to myself as you get little whimpers and moans out of me. While you're fucking me senseless I want you to talk dirty and reference my exomemories casually like you talk about something that happened just yesterday. I want you to tell me how you loved me before you even met me here. How lucky you are that you can enact all your fantasies onto me that came to you from consuming my source media. How special it is that you're really in the presence of the real so-and-so. I think as an exhausted and traumatized fictive this would heal me





















