i want nothing more of a man to notice me staring at him at a bar, start flirting by asking what I'm thinking about, only for me to reluctantly (oh you don't want to know. Its fucked up. It's best i don't tell you. It's not the kind of thing i should say out loud.) admit that i was imagining doing something disgustingly violent to him.
and i hope under all the shock he's realizing for the first time that the thought of it turn him on way more than it should.











