“So we’re going to set intentions for your space, and your life.” Winnie places her hands on her knees, and I unclench my fists and copy her. But then she places her hands over mine, and I’m back to fantasies so monstrous that she’d personally light my funeral pyre if she could see them. “What do you want for your life?” I want you. On my desk, legs spread wide for me. I want to scrape my fangs over your nipples while you writhe beneath me. I want my name on your lips again as I drive you wild with my tongue and fingers… I want to taste you. All of you. I want to make you mine.
