When it comes to lust, most people cant touch the outermost edges of my extremes. I wouldn’t suffer anyone to endure that fate. Some people need more sex than I, but my lust still knows no bounds.
It’s not just about the body – it’s about a need to own the person completely; to conquer his soul. To possess, rule and infiltrate every fucking inch of his mind, body, heart; even his dreams and his past. To have him do the same with me. I want absolutely no pebble unturned, no corner of his mind that I can’t reach, no lost memory that I haven’t ravaged for everything it’s worth. I need to be King, Queen, Princess, Prince and people to him. He is my dominion and I am his.
Lust is even more dangerous perhaps, for me, than those who are purely physical. Because the physical will never approach the depths I need to infuse in order to feel even a drop of satisfaction for a mere moment and then hunger for more. The universe is not big enough to compete with the lengths I will go to in order to reach every fucking corner of every past life and every future life; to completely own him. Limits, boundaries, ‘good ‘ and ‘bad,’ dirty… none of this has any place in this world. His soul will be devoured down to the last grain until there is nothing left between us but øne.