What follows will sound sick and perverted, but I'm going to write it anyway. This is a journal of my thoughts, and I am about to write down what I think.

Private Property
A couple of years ago I took part in a hospital's day treatment program. One of the therapists on the staff was a woman named L.C. This woman has been the center of all my sexual fantasies since the day I first laid eyes on her. She is always the first woman that comes to mind whenever I start to fantasize.

L.C. is the prettiest girl you could ever think of. She's about 5'9", has silky, shoulder-length brown hair, and has a perfect ass. And since she's a therapist, she's also very warm and very gentle. Those are just frills, though. The important thing is that she's one of those women who are highly "fuckable." You know, like for example when you see a piece of chocolate mousse pie, it looks so tasty that you want to eat it. You're not going to draw fancy circles on it, and you're not going to use it to wallpaper your living room. You're going to eat it. It was made to be eaten. Whenever I look at L.C., I don't see a person. I see an object. An object so fuckable that all you can think of doing is fucking it. It was made to be fucked.

I want to own L.C. I want her to be my plaything. I want to be able to do whatever I want to her. I want to be able to fuck her any time I want. After I fuck her, I want to be able to use her silky hair like a towel to wipe off my dick. I want her entire body to be my property.

That's not all. When she's at work, if she's in her office I want to be able to barge in any time I want. When she sees me, I want to see the struggle in her eyes when she knows she should do her work, but her primal urges are too strong and she jumps all over me. I want to be able to cum all over her face, and if she's about to lead a group, I won't let her towel it off. I want her to walk into her group with my cum dripping all over her face and dripping into her eyes so that she has trouble seeing. I want to see the looks on the faces of the other people in the group. Finally, I want to watch her struggle with having to lead the group and dealing with the embarrassment she feels when she looks at the expressions on the other people's faces.