For as long as I have liked boys, there has been a direct connection between my attraction to a particular guy, and the tremendous desire to own him by cutting off his penis.
The intentions are not cruel at heart, rather the want, to share a moment of truth that would never be forgot by either of us.
If I ever found Mr. Right, I would know immediately, as I always do, by the irresistible urge to own what he has been hiding in his pants all of his life. He would have an undeniable attraction for me, and want to share the dream.
The moment would have to be special. I think a getaway to the beach, prepared and knowing the potential outcome. Spending time enjoying our intimacy and romance. Making passionate love, knowing that it may be his last time. My heart would pound, watching him experience his last powerful orgasm, and then... He would watch me quickly make the necessary preparations, then holding it in one hand, and the sharp knife in the other, looking deep into his eyes, I would give into the urge...
I don't know, it is just fantasy, but thanks for letting me share.
Shelly