I'd be lying if I said the things I do with women were tender, sweet touches. It would be relieving to take her somewhere private and have my way with her until her pleasure has turned into fear of how far I will go. I live for the panic I can create in one's mind, pushing a girl's body until her knees give out and they are no longer able to keep taking what I have to offer. At that point, I am too far gone, ready to ravage the woman until her nails are permanently engraved in my back and her neck is housing enough bruises to barely speak the next morning.
Yes please sir
