To be wanted for who you are is beautiful, to be shown is exquisite.
I want you. In the past, when those words have been spoken to me, they have meant someone wants to take me then and there, for their own pleasure. Less concerned with me and my pleasure, if at all; it was all about them. I didn't mind though, I liked to be wanted. I liked to be taken. It took me a while to realise what they wanted was not really me, but the nearest available vagina...Read On