They introduced me to an older man they know and trust, who is a diagnosed psychopath, cannot feel love or guilt or anything close to that. Yet this man is respectable, follows logical morals despite not feeling any, something bizarre to me. He’s allowed me to dig into his brain, and I compare all his answers to my husband. Well, I feel my husband could feel love of some sorts perhaps, but perhaps not, he was completely insane, dwelling in his desires without any shred of guilt, like humans were flies. This is something this man has expressed similarly, and one point we met on, that submission can be a tool for power, though I’m no psychopath at all, I have narcissistic tendencies and always feel according to these rules of mine, logically rather than emotionally. I am quite an ugly person I think, so it is wonderful to talk to a man like this whom is so eager to be open about it. Finally I am on the other side of examination, digging into my specimen. And I wish to fuck the shit out of him, as he does me. I want to rip his head off, I even told him about my husband ever so briefly, and he expressed interest. How refreshing this is to speak to a man so open and clear like this, to where nothing could ever phase him, nothing could ever make him judge me. He feels nothing, and I want him so badly, as I have for many many many months. And now I get to dig into his brain like an animal in the zoo. How wonderful!!!!!!!!! I can tell him anything, ask him anything, and express how I’d like to wring his neck without any apprehension, what a wonderful creature he is, so sexy to me. I long for the day he can cum in me, while I beat my fists at his head
