There's something about her that makes me want to debauch her, like, like I want to turn her into someone so overcome that she'll have trouble remembering she ever had other priorities. I just want to - I want her to be infatuated despite her better judgment. I want to see this look in her eyes, like she absolutely can't stop, like she's scared, like she's elated, and like she's angry, and bitter, and lustful. But mostly - and I can't believe I'm typing this, because I know at least a few people for whom this is a huge squick - I want to see her look smitten. Like I daydream about being the one who says "say it". I daydream about what happens to her face when she hears that.
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I think about her all the time.
There's something about her that makes me want to debauch her, like, like I want to turn her into someone so overcome that she'll have trouble remembering she ever had other priorities. I just want to - I want her to be infatuated despite her better judgment. I want to see this look in her eyes, like she absolutely can't stop, like she's scared, like she's elated, and like she's angry, and bitter, and lustful. But mostly - and I can't believe I'm typing this, because I know at least a few people for whom this is a huge squick - I want to see her look smitten. Like I daydream about being the one who says "say it". I daydream about what happens to her face when she hears that.