I like to be watched. I enjoy the look in their faces and the flare of their eyes.
Their reaction from watching me and wanting me.
It’s near intoxicating.
This need growing within them, to tear away their masks of civilization and release the beast within.
It is the beast I crave.
I discovered the beast long ago. I found it in the shadows late at night under dark led lights.
A painstakingly shaky breathe and ricochet of his eyes showed me what lies beneath his freshly ironed suit.
I’d never seen such conflict. Humanity battles need, and that need is for me.
As I pranced around, my chin held higher than before, my eyes more devious with a desire to push them to their limits, he trailed me.
His hunger for me gets me off. He hadn’t even said a word to me yet, but words weren’t needed.
Mystic River 