Let's sleep in gas station lavatories this time, mama. Fuck permanent residences

historical image unavailable Tell me who you think I am and I'll become that. Bend me and warp me. I'm still young and flexible. I'm not an old dog yet; teach me new tricks. Make me perform, make me conform, make me obey. Be firm, forceful. I'll resist, I won't lie about that, but resisting is half the fun, and everything that's worth anything is worth a fight.

This here is a journey into the erotic, the sensual, the lascivious, the tantalizing, arousing. When shivers creep up and down your spine and give you chills. The good kind, the kind that tingle in every inch of you, cause each hair to stand on end, each nerve to perk up, ready and alert. Sensitivity to the point where the slightest touch could drive you over the edge. This is raw, this is racy, this is salacious and temptuous.

I must admit, sitting here, I envision you and me. I see your hands gripping my flesh. Needily, eagerly, plain hungrily. And although I'm pushing you away and moaning weak protests, I want you. Want you to take me. Completely, fully. Please, I want you. It's aching inside me. Aching, yearning, intent, ardent, desirous, needful, a demanding thirst. Hunger. I want it all. I want it louder than bombs. Yells, screams, exerted breathing. Yes, I want it all. I see it all. I feel it all. I want it...I want it..I want it.

Gods in Heavens, I want it. I want it to be real, to seem completely real. I don't want to think it's an illusion, I don't want there to be an aftermath. I want you to take me into another world. Drag me kicking and screaming if you must, but take me there.