Some things you keep to yourself. Tastes... no. Let's call them what they are. Nasty desires rooted deep within.

Kinks.

I can never speak of mine. Even if I did, it's not like my desire can be sated. Because, I...

I walk down the corridor on the way to my office, hoping to get more done than the last time due to a couple of tardy students disrupting my lecture. I go past the cafeteria and stop for a moment, holding back a smirk.

I love watching people eat. Teeth. Tongues. The way they rend without hesitation, devour with chaotic disregard. An act I find utterly irresistible.

I don't enjoy cooking. Nor am I a foodie. It's the act of eating itself that I find horribly alluring. It's... a sexual attraction too. Morbidly so, really. My desire... is one I highly doubt will ever come true. Logically, it simply can't. That just makes me want it more.

My next lecture's tomorrow. I get finished preparing the materials for said lecture before rising from my desk, ready to leave, until there's a knock on the door. I sit back down and call out. This better not be a waste of my time.

Come in.