Something Silly or Something more?

I did something silly tonight.

That ridiculous BDSM test kept popping into my head—one of those “just for fun” things that people take to kill time. I’ve seen it a thousand times, always brushed it off. But tonight, I was restless. Tired but twitchy. That deep itch under my skin that only shows up when I’ve been too busy pretending not to feel everything.

So I took it.

At first, I felt absurd. Clicking boxes like I was filling out a form for some secret club. But somewhere in the middle… I got quiet. Still. My fingers hovered before clicking more than once. Because the questions weren’t really silly. They were intimate. They saw me. Or maybe they let me see myself.

And when the results came back?
I flushed. Fully, deliciously.

They weren’t surprising—but they were… validating. Like someone gently naming the ache I never knew had a shape. It was all there. The pull to surrender, to guide, to care, to play—carefully, wildly. All the parts I never quite knew how to say out loud.

I don’t know why I’m still blushing.

It was just a quiz.
But I feel like I learned something about myself tonight.
Or maybe I just finally let myself admit what I already knew.

Whatever it is… it lingers.
And I kind of hope it does.