Confessional

I want to slam you against the wall, jerk your head back to expose that creamy swath of neck, and leave a bite-mark trail that winds around and around your chest. I want to pull your hair because it hurts so good for you and kiss the underside of your tiny, shell-like ears. I'll tie you up with the bedsheets that I've ripped and blindfold you for good measure. Turn the lights off. Blow hot air in skinny streams down your pale stomach and around your throbbing cock. I will lick and suck and nip. Bruise your lips and make you bleed. Swallow every moan you groan, rake my nails down your back.

You'll let me desecrate you.