*Johnny*
I have never so desperately wanted a kiss not to end. She is deliciously sweet, even though tonight no absinthe flavors her tongue. And the sounds she makes, the soft mewling, like a kitten being stroked with the gentlest of hands. My she-wolf of Sighs.
I do take care to be tender, not to r****h as my own needs dictate. She pulls at the animalistic cravings raging within me, cravings I fear I have inherited from my father, that are in my blood to be passed down through the generations. Cravings I have chained within the dungeon of the fortification I have become to protect myself and those who would suffer if I unleashed the full force of my appetites. Yearnings once set free that I might be unable to control.
Yet control them I have, for years now.
Oh, but I have never wanted
