As I ran my fingers up her leg I contemplated my own sexuality...how I choose to express it...
Its so inappropriate, I can't help but thinking about the vicious crimes that I have analyzed...I am confused; I am repulsed and concerned about my thoughts...and yet her skin is so soft...I am excited to have her here with me...
Her body is beautiful...and she's so receptive to my touch...as I roam her body...touching and tasting...my mind is calculating...
It is transposing my excitement to sexual based crimes...I hate this...and yet I must do this...and yet I cannot help it although my mind is screaming stop...
I need to understand...so I can find them...stop them...teach the public about them...
I use this female, both for my own pleasure (and hopefully hers), while simultaneously teaching myself about the power of sexual excitement...
I must learn more...I did...but in order to do that I had to go deeper...and push my sexual expressions to the very center of my fantasy...touch it...and feel what it does to me...only then was I able to understand...it was clear and powerful...
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