I’m almost too scared to write this, an articulation of the need that fills me with embarrassment. An inadequate fantasy. So small and insignificant, pathetic almost, yet writing it down in black and white fills me with terror; it somehow means I own this need, as ridiculous as that seems. So, what fantasy, what profound revelation can engender such hideously conflicting feelings? Simply this: I want to be kissed. Kissed on the lips, gently, roughly with passion, once again before I am no more.

White British • Atheist • More than £100,000 • Gay/lesbian • Single • Yes