In my black little heart of hearts, would I love to be some chick’s first big mistake? Would I like to bite an untouched lip, look into her eyes, and savor the moment when her innocence dies? Would I delight in the opportunity to whisper little cruelties in her ear and lick the tears from her cheek as her body accepts the first of many invasions?
Oh, hell yeah. I’ll probably write something like that eventually.
But in practical terms, I’d feel reluctant. Being a girl in this world is tough, and being a twisted little pervert on top of that only makes it tougher; I’d recommend first giving plain ol’ fucking a shot, just to see if it’s actually more compelling than it looks. (Some weirdos folks swear by it.)