

The thing is, I enjoy fantasising. I don’t know if I actually want to fuck this person. If I do then I don’t want to be the one to make a move. I want to have a hunch that he’s gonna do it, I want to see him awkwardly attempt it, I want to *feel* him thinking about it before he finally turns to me and puts his mouth on mine. I know that the moment it happens every thought will leave my mind. I’ll be all consumed by him. He’ll grab the hair at the back of my head and manoeuvre me so our faces move rhythmically. His arm will wrap around my back so he pulls me closer to him. For a brief second I’ll open my eyes - I want to see the way his face moves as he tastes my tongue for the first time. I want to witness the moment he realises an addiction has formed.