You really should be afraid of me by now, Miss Tumblr.
After all, I really want to do bad things to you. You see my little darling, I started the foreplay a long time ago, and you didn’t even realize it was happening. Shame shame, Kitten.
Don’t believe me?
Go ahead and check your panties for me right now. You are looking for something specific. It’s an answer.
You know what you will find? You will find out that I am right.
I entered inside your body in your most delicate of delicate parts: your mind. The beautiful mind you so carefully protected, keeping safe from other men. The wonderful landscape that is your thoughts and imaginations. Your sinful lusts and darkest desires. You had no idea I was inside you.
Worst of all, I did so with a shitty grin on my face and a warning, and you ate it up like it was a feast. I told you the whole time it was happening and you just didn’t listen.
You touched, you played, you asked for more, and you rubbed that beautiful pussy when I entered you.
But I am warning you again Miss Tumblr, I want to enter all your parts. Every hole. Every zone.
Every last bit of what makes you who you are – I want to devour it, whole.
I want all of you and I want it raw.
You should heed my danger sign because I know exactly what to do with you when you are in my grasp. Don’t dare enter my personal space because you may never want to leave it.
You are playing with fire now. I can make your body do backflips while you can’t peel yourself off the ground. It’s a talent that has taken years to perfect. Doubt my claims? Good. Stay with that idea. Just tell yourself that, it’s better for you.
But I know…I will kiss you like the movies made you hope for as a teen and I will make you weak in the knees when it happens.
I will put my fingers inside your mouth. You will taste my salt and remember it when I am gone. You will thirst for my salinity. Pine for my taste. Ache for my scent. I will take your saliva on my fingers and rub your clit like you didn’t know a man could.
You will buckle. You will fold. I will hold you up and you will remember immediately when you grasp at my arms and shoulders as they support you, that I work on keeping them strong for these moments specifically.
I will devour your clit and you will kick your legs in a spasm while I make you cum and as you look down, you will be met with a hazel green iris that never stopped looking away. That never blinks. And you will cum again from the sheer magnitude of the feeling of my intensity and internal want for more of you.
I’ll bind you. I’ll spank you. I’ll finger you into a near comatose state. I’ll make every dirty book you ever read come to life in omnicolor and surround sound. Every book you read after me will bring a smile and a new memory.
Every man after me, will make you think of me. Every man before me, will be forgotten.
I will feed you my demon seed as I pound your tight, wet, now-throbbing holes and I will watch you smile the most honest smile that ever met your face. You will giggle, because you don’t know the words to say. I will see it, recognize it for what it is, and it will make me want you more.
Yeah, I’m your man. That man you’ve been looking for.
It’s not about the material things you offer her, gifts or trinkets. Give her your time, your attention, loyalty, trust and show her you care. Those alone will bind her to you in ways no cuffs or a collar ever could.
He stirs in the middle of the night. I feel His hands caressing, exploring along all of my most sensitive spots. My beast is awake and he’s hungry. His trail of warm kisses making their way along my back, down my neck turning into ravenous bites over the delicate skin of my breasts. All at once He’s inside me. His thickness tearing through the tenderness of my tight, creamy hole in agonizingly slow strokes. My body engulfed in the need to let go. Explode around His cock as His pace quickens. Deeper and deeper He pushes. Relentlessly seeking out that spot that is so very demanding of only His attention. His growl resonates in my ear as He bites down again and demands my orgasm all over His throbbing cock…I latch on to Him, nails making their marks as I obey. Surrendering myself and taking every drop of His seed as I erupt around Him...
Sometimes I wonder if I say I Love You, too often.
Like what is the acceptable number of times in a given day that I am supposed let you know what you actually mean to me?
What other words are there that make sense?
I could say “I Like You”, but since I am not asking you to the Homecoming Dance, I think I’ll skip that.
I could say “I think you are neat”, but that just sounds dumb now, yet still will carry a special nostalgia. Now when I order a scotch, I can only order it neat. Doesn’t really matter though because I am a bourbon man.
Yeah. I fucking Love You. Am I supposed to pipe down? I know you feel the same way, so it’s not that I am worried about reciprocation. I would never tell somebody that if I was.
I mean for fuck’s sake, after all, you just sent me this picture above, after you told me “I love you, sooo much” twice, before 8 am, then a few more times, then told me you were going to plug your sexy little ass all day and send me pictures throughout it.
I know your pussy is wet for me right now, because you told me so.
I know you are going to write in your journal about how I make you feel. You know I am going to read it.
I know you are going to write about how being plugged makes you feel. You know I am going to read it, with a grin and a hand on my jeans.
Some days I am just more proud of you than others. I can already sense that today, is just one of those days.
You remember that plug so much better now, don’t you? It is now made of steel, jewelry, and memories that make you smile.
Just a handful of days ago, that beat red ass held my cum inside it, plugged, and you put on your dress as we went out dinner.
You felt like a good girl and my bad little slut all at the same time.
You were.
You are.
God, you looked so fucking beautiful that night.
Neck squeezed, ass spanked, and orgasm overload, sending you into a surreal submissive state that you discovered that day. Knowing what the front door of subspace looks like; poking your head inside and curious to see the whole house.
I am going to learn every contour of your body. Each time you moan, I will have not hoped for it, but known it was coming before you did. I’ll be able to hit your G spot from across the room, blindfolded. You have no idea what is coming your way and I fucking love it.
You thought it couldn’t get better?
I thought, that personally couldn’t have been worse.
I watched you cum countless times. But countless is not enough.
I want one hundred multiplied by countless.
I am well aware that you ache for me, right now in this very moment, as you read this, and I know your pussy is saturated even more than when you came for me this morning.
But your ache you feel now, it is nothing, compared to what level of ache is coming.
You are mine.
Now touch that pussy of mine and tell me about it. I am not asking.
Mischief's Muse 