I am that which wants to be fucked.
A guy should be able to take you without a word.
‘Take you’.
Do I want to dominate you? Do I want you to dominate me? I’m unsure of my desires, philosopher. I’m unsure what you bring out in me.
Do you know what my fantasies are? Do you want to know what satisfies me? You don’t, do you? You don’t even care.
You’re totally self-reliant, with your masturbation. You don’t actually need me. Is it better with me or alone? Would you prefer I wasn’t here? Am I getting in the way of your masturbation?
That’s how you’ll spend your life: as a masturbator. Self reliant, with your books, your music, with your DVD. Above the fucking world.
I want you to look at me as though I was the most fascinating person in the world. Is that who I could be to you: the most fascinating person in the world?
I’ll bet you’d like to put the gag on me. Stop me talking.
Work in Progress 