That’s the allure of being with her. I’ve spent the evening in my kitchen, enjoying a wonderful, thought-provoking, entertaining conversation that’s filled my soul with joy. And now, instead of taking her to bed and making polite, perfunctory love to her, I get to do whatever the fuck I like to her in the knowledge that not only can she take it, but she wants it. She fucking craves it. She needs me to tear her apart in that precise way, just as I need her to let me.
