My ideal girl is a short bubbly Colombian VIPPER. Bobbed hair, a bitter ironic sense of knowing humor tempered by a giggling laugh so damn charming it would make me stutter in embarrassment. She would be smart, artistic, funny, charming, and incredibly beautiful. We would share the same hobby, and connect through it. Then one day when we finally met she would pin me to a wall with a K-Bar. As she fucked my organs with her jagged shaft of cold hard metal I would look into her eyes knowing, trusting, loving. After she had climaxed, she would withdraw her knife spent, and let me slip to the floor. As I vomited blood to the beat of a slowing heart she would kneel down gently cup my face in her hands, and kiss me. I would piss myself as my unravaged organs shut down in an attempt to preserve my brain functions.