Why I Crave Weight

One of the most powerful things about facesitting is the sensation of weight. It’s not just about being close or intimate — it’s about being underneath. Feeling a body press down, knowing that I’ve given up movement, comfort, even breath, for as long as she decides. The weight is what makes it real.

People sometimes ask whether the experience changes depending on the size of the person sitting. My honest answer is no. A human-sized amount of weight is always a lot, no matter how big or small the human may be. The fantasy isn’t about numbers on a scale. The reality of someone choosing to sit, to plant themselves on my face and claim that space, will always be more than enough.

When my top lost some weight, I discovered something important: my desire didn’t lessen one bit. The sensations didn’t fade, the emotions didn’t weaken. If anything, it made me more aware that what I crave is not pounds, but presence. What matters is her body pressing into me, her choice to take her place above me, her willingness to put me beneath her. That act itself is everything.

Weight, in this context, isn’t just physical pressure. It’s symbolic. It represents her authority, her dominance, her confidence. It tells me she trusts me to carry her, and that I trust her to take me where I need to go — into surrender, into helplessness, into bliss. When she sits, I’m no longer in charge of anything. I’m reduced to nothing but sensation, a vessel for her comfort and pleasure. And that’s where I find freedom.

The craving is about losing myself in the experience. The way the world disappears when her body covers mine. The way time seems to stretch in the quiet darkness under her. The way my breath, my thoughts, my resistance are all pinned beneath her weight. It’s overwhelming and grounding at the same time — a reminder that I can let go completely because she has me held down.

And so this is also a thank you. To my top: thank you for being willing to sit, to press, to pin, to claim me in this way. Thank you for trusting me as your seat, for giving me the gift of your presence above me. I love you at every size, at every weight, in every form. What I crave is not a number, but you. Your body, your choice, your dominance — those things are beyond measure, and they will always be enough.

That is why I crave weight. Because weight, when it comes from you, is never just weight. It is love, power, and surrender all at once.