





Sometimes it's easier to be someone else, to hide behind an idea, a fantasy. I love bringing fantasies to life, but sometimes we want the real thing. Some times we want to sink our teeth into flesh and taste one another. Sometimes our hearts beat so hard with anticipation, disbelief that this could be real, oh, but what if it is. Desire, the real thing. To be desired, in a real way. Carnal, raw, and natural. Could you tame such a wild instinct? Or does it overcome you, filling you up, overwhelming the rational mind. Should you want it this badly? There's no point in trying to take your kind off of me. Just give into it, all of it. Let me have all you have to give me.