His deepest desire was to watch me unfold. He wanted to see me turn myself inside out. Figuratively, he wished to know what was brewing within me; physically, he actually wanted to see my insides, my guts.
Once he’d seen that deeply, penetrated my inner world and infiltrated my guts, I didn’t want to let him escape. I wanted to wrap him up inside of me, and keep him there forever. He already knew I’d want to keep him here. Keep him watching me, and coming to me, and cumming in me.
I was going to make myself his most sacred slut. He once admitted that he was shy, which I was able to gather. Yet, he was a man that knew exactly what he wanted. For, it was what we both wanted. His desire to control people and situations sometimes manifested itself in the habit of him sitting back, being quiet, gaining all the information available about a person, situation, etc. I could always sense an immense desire for the need to know—to understand—which is a need to control, to have power. Are we still talking about him, or am I simply being reflective?
“Cum for me.”