One of these days, I want us to be so raw and primal with each other, acting on every impulse, not censoring ourselves at all. We both unleash every destructive, raunchy impulse we have on each other. We hit each other and fuck with aggression and intensity, piss on each other, say everything, do everything. We agree to let the other indulge every lewd, obscene thought and action they want to do, whatever it may be. There are no manners, no courtesies, no rules. It's just a big, fucked up sexual free-for-all. We indulge the other in everything. Consider it our initiation: I want to see how down with me you really are, and I want you to see how down I am with you. You've always known that I will go farther than any woman you will ever know and now I want to see if you will go that same distance with me. I know you call me your raunchy whore, and I am, but we haven't even scratched the surface yet.
We rent a room in a dive motel, just like that one we used to go to, and enter it knowing that we are about to cross every line there is. We plan to destroy the shitty little room by pissing and fucking and cumming everywhere. We have every prop, tool and toy imaginable: a ski mask, rubber gloves, lube, towels, white socks, vibrators, cucumbers, poppers, a plaid skirt, blindfolds, handcuffs, candles, anything we want that we can get our hands on.