#neuralcorruption

[the-most-humble-blog]

You Just Told Me You Saw Your Dad Naked Once… and Filed It in Your Spank Bank??

WTF, young lady. You said it so casually I thought I misheard.

You could’ve said:

“Yeah, I walked in by accident.

It was horrible. I screamed. I cried. I needed a priest.”

But no.

You said:

“Yeah… it kinda stuck with me. Like… in a weird way.”

while shifting in your seat...

And now I’m sitting here, recalculating your entire personality.

Because you weren’t embarrassed.

You didn’t flinch.

You didn’t whisper like it was a shameful secret.

You said it like:

“Oh, and I also like oat milk now.”

MA’AM.

You were aroused.

By proximity.

To paternal cock.

At age unknown.

You didn’t blink.

I did.

I blinked so hard I may have left this timeline.

Because that’s not “daddy issues.”

That’s taboo neurocoding.

That’s erotic imprinting via forbidden stimulus.

That’s how a kink is born…

with trauma playing dress-up as curiosity.

And now it all makes sense:

Why you only date men old enough to have fought in wars that don’t show up in textbooks.

Why you flinch in delight when you hear the word “discipline.”

Why you can’t finish unless someone’s telling you “I’m disappointed in you.”

This wasn’t a childhood memory.

It was the origin story of your submissive personality.

☠️ And don’t gaslight me:

You’ve masturbated to something way worse since.

That wasn’t even your lowest point.

That was just the first wrong file your brain refused to delete.

You never erased it.

You evolved around it.

Now I can’t unsee you:

Arched.

Pouting.

Eyes glazed over while calling a man “sir” who reminds you of your third-grade principal.

All because of that one forbidden image you couldn’t stop replaying.

TL;DR:

She saw her dad naked once.

Her brain bookmarked it.

And now she moans when yelled at by authority figures.

We are not the same. But, I'm hers.

🔁 Reblog if you’ve ever heard someone say something that made your soul need a shower.

💬 Comment if your spank bank has entries that could end friendships.

📩 DM me if you’re offended, wet, and whispering, “I hate how accurate this is.”

🔖 Bookmark if your body just remembered something it wasn’t supposed to.