I love virgins. They get obsessed so easily. They’re idealistic. Naive. They dream of true love. Virgins don’t want to fuck. Virgins want to make love. Virgins want to feel that tingly sensation on your skin when you look deep into my eyes. Like a magnet, being drawn into this feeling of love. Falling deeper. It’s not about getting off. It’s about feeling connected to me. It’s not about the physical. I don’t have to dress up in lingerie to get you aroused. In fact, it would feel wrong. It would feel like you only care about my body. And you’re not superficial. You know better. Sex is overrated. Sex is quick. Love, love is so much deeper. Love lasts so much longer. Love is so much more intense. Even if I tease you, toy with you, humiliate you. It’s playful. You like it. You like to see how much I enjoy it. And it’s more interesting than the sex life of vanilla couples. Maybe that’s why you’re still a virgin. You know better. You know that you can be so much better. That you can find so much more fulfillment. In falling deeply in love with me. Feeling so safe. So taken care of. Yet it’s always exciting. Unexpected every time. You never know if I will laugh at your desperation, or pull you close to me. Yes, that’s want to feel. And you know that you can feel so much more with me, than whatever sex could give you.
