I like that I don’t know you. I like that I don’t know your body, or what you want. I like that you’ll take me for a challenge. I want that struggle. It turns me on to feel my heart skitter, my lungs hesitate. I like that you have larger hands than I’m used to; thick fingers for my throat, my anxious cunt. I haven’t been fierce in a while, no gnashing of teeth necessary. No struggle, no sneer, no hiss. No endurance. It excites my blood to think of flushing skin, writhing muscles. I’m not sure where we’ll go, but the more I think of it the more ready I feel.