When I really sit back and think about it, my motivation is really pretty fucked up in some ways.
You see, I want you changed – forever – after I have you.
I’m determined that every single sexual encounter that comes after me is a letdown. That I am so goddamn attentive to your body and that so much focus is on you, that you will ache for me for eternity.
That I find your clit, G spot, O spot, and A spot within the first five minutes and work each one with surgical precision, so goddamn good that you cum so many times you fuckin’ lose track sometime around double digits and you completely turn inside out and upside down from the feel of me.
I’ll be satisfied at nothing less.
My kisses will be done with passion, staring right into your eyes, right past your iris and deep into your soul, so that you know that I mean it with every fiber of my being. No matter what – you will feel my heart on my lips.
The same lips that will devour your clit like you did not ever believe were even possible, gazing up right past your eyes again and into your soul as you cum, over and over and over, only able to see the upper half of a face between your legs that is wrought with a passion for you.
As I fuck you, you will know exactly who I am inside, driving myself into you with the sole intention of changing your view on what is and what is not the right way to connect with another human being.
Your body will flip the fuck out, and inside myself, I will be at the same time seeking some sense of accomplishment, that is only found by me when I look at your face and body.
I will stop at nothing until I see this transformation take place.
So cum for me, Kitten. Do it again and again and again and again.
Show me what I need to see to feel whole.
Just fucking show me.