I only looked at certain girls who passed the test. I wasn't going to be their fuckboy. They weren't going to mean everything to me. I liked that intriguing spark, the initiating eye contact - submissive, yet seriously inviting and ruthless. They had done their time and no longer played the game. They were comfortable with my darkness. It screamed we had fucked in past lifetimes. A subtle state of mind on a higher level. I knew what I had done. I was welcome. They were ready. There were no apologies for subconscious feelings. Nothing was guilty or shameful here. Fiery, clever girls who could handle real shit and absolutely anything else under the sun. Yeah, I definitely let them in, just a lil bit...
