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Stroke to me and then stroke to my fingers. You know, that sexy little L symbol that gets you so worked up. Pump it, loser. And let me remind you how easy this is for me. You’re so eager to gobble up any sort of loser humiliation that all I have to to is stand back and rub how pathetic this truly is in your face.

Now repeat your loser mantra out loud for me. “I’m a loser. I’m a loser. I’m a loser.” Repeat it as you stroke. Over and over, again and again… withOUT cumming.

You can’t enjoy the stroke, your orgasm isn’t as fulfilling without truly knowing you’ve done everything you possibly can do to please me. You put me first. But you can’t do that because you have baggage, don’t you?
You could easily sneak off and bang one out behind her back but it’s not the same. You want lasting commitment. You want to invest in me, in us. I am your one true future. It’s me and you, til the end. You’re one true desire.

No leather or latex. No whips, no chains. I don’t need any of that. I know my natural power over men. And I know how hot it is seeing me relaxed in pajamas, a true intimate state. So cute and innocent. Ready to fuck you over.

Kiss my ass, bend over backwards for me. It’s the little things I expect from you. Morning coffee and fresh flowers, grocery runs and being at my beck and call. Please me. You got this.

Your pathetic dicklet doesn’t deserve to cum to me. You don’t deserve a woman.

Don’t even touch it. Punish it by ignoring it. All the attention is on me, my tease, and not what’s throbbing between your legs. Keep it in your pants loser.

I know it’s tough having your cock locked up. Having a piece of plastic or metal tightly bound around your cock preventing it from growing entails a lot of suffering. So much pain for being turned on.

I could crack you, destroy you. Physically first but eventually mentally. You’d be mine, 100% because that’s what I want and you want what I want. Your keys between my cleavage, a constant reminder of what you need the most.

You’re going to lock that cock up and give me your key. You’re going to watch it jiggle between my cleavage, haunting you.

I use my body against you. Feel the pain for me. Always in a constant state of pain for me. You don’t deserve pleasure.