Could Nine It made her feel above it all, this lifestyle. Like she’d been plucked from rea

Could Nine It made her feel above it all, this lifestyle. Like she’d been plucked from reality and deposited on a cloud, left to enjoy some sort of higher plane. It felt, in fact, like all this was a little too surreal, a little too like fantasy, to be anything close to reality.  The worst of it was when she’d be back among vanilla life; visiting family, at work, with friends. A mask would slip over her face, and she pretended as if she wasn’t the girl she was, instead some construct that had the best parts of her removed. A husk, a puppet, something to control and project, but never to reveal. It was exhausting. Too late she caught herself prone to elitism, dismissing anyone not part of the scene as the unenlightened, the zombies who were still stuck in the vanilla grind, complaining about neglectful boyfriends and the perils of single life. It all seemed so droll, some boring soap that didn’t have all that much bearing on her life, on the excitement that filled her evenings. She drifted away on her cloud, and too late realised the gap between her and the ground was forever lengthening. She lost friends, but kept a few. There was enough tethering her down that she could reel herself back in, actually pay attention when they talking about their lives, rather than just switch off because they weren’t what she was interested in. She’d been caught up in the wonderful melodrama of kink, and it was only now that she was rounding herself back out. Reoccupying the third dimension. It had taken over, for a little while, but it wasn’t all that her life was.  Looking back, it was a seduction. Swept up in the romance of her fantasy, it was as though she’d been blinkered, left with only that in her vision. She’d tell her tale as a cautionary one, were there anyone to listen. But she ended up telling it to herself, and that would do, at least for now. -- source link

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