If I had a time machine, I would find your eighteen year old self.
Not because I’m one of those men that believe in going after a women when she was “more in her prime” but because I want to see you at a time in which I was unfortunately absent.
I want to see the woman I’ll fall in love with when she was innocent. I want to see how she behaves when adulthood was but a fresh concept. I want to see her young face react to a joke – or see her eyes light up when she becomes aroused. How will your lips twitch when I tell you just what you’ve been waiting to hear from someone?
I would seek you out across the plains of time, watching you from afar as you cross the road, ready to catch the morning train to work.
What dress would you wear to work? What panties are hidden beneath your outfit? How would your ass sway as you walk? My cock grows just thinking about it.
See, it’s not so much that I want to take you. To violate you would be heaven, yes, but I would do that 5 years from now. No, it’s the thought of what your younger self would behave like being violated…what her taste in panties would be like…how your sweet younger cunt would look like..how it would taste. The possibilities drive me utterly wild.
I want to experience the end of your teenage years, I want to take that innocence because such a thing fuels me, it fuels that darkness. As I know you will read these words one day and grow wet, maybe even soaked. My, how delicious.
And then I wonder…I wonder how you would sound squealing. I know how you sound when I take the air out of you now but as a teenager in her high school outfit, I want to know how you respond when I squeeze your chest against me, Your sweet untouched nipples pressing against me. I want to hear the air leave you.
If I had a time machine, I would disrupt the universe just to taste your juices. And you know what’s terrible? I honestly couldn’t care about the repercussions because I would give it all away just to devour your mind, body and soul at a time in which I was absent.