Savage

I have been in the presence of men who on paper (or in some cases, online) are much more savage than they are to me in person. In person they were like tigers who grew up in captivity. I would have wild dreams about them. In my dreams, they were eager to please and purred at the slightest glimpse of affections. As they grew excited, they forgot their own strength, but such strength does nothing but excite the likes of me. I would offer one my neck and they would take it gladly, anything to get closer to the vapors of my perfume.