014 ; desire
The variety in this world is overwhelming.
I have a running list of people I would love to get my hands on.
I want to know what they feel like underneath the pull of my tongue. I want to feel them quiver and twitch at my mercy.
I want to hear them utter my name.
There's women who have wound me up tighter than a spring in anticipation without even meeting a one of them.
I wonder if they even realize the power they possess.
I find myself leaning toward the dangerous, the dominant, the primal, the forbidden... lovers who can take me for a ride.
I can't remember the last time I was laying underneath.
I don't quite know how I would bend under submission but I'm curious.
...
I want the intensity and mystery the redhead promises.
I want to see the pretty blonde sin again.
... they're both boys.
Should it matter?
What would it be like to taste them?
Did this all start with Clara?
... mmm... the things she does to me...
It's too good of a night to be alone isn't it?