I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to do more than kiss her. I wanted to target her for reasons other than ridicule. I wanted to drag her to a shadowed corner, wrench up her skirt, and take her until she combusted. I wanted to make her beg, to make her plead for more. I wanted to ply her slowly, deeply. I wanted to shred her moans to pieces. I wanted to make her come long and loud with my name on her lips.
