Well, rest away cupcake. Get those ZZZs. Curled up of away in a dream over there right now. Hand sliding between your legs in the want for the feel of Daddy.
A couple more paragraphs to go and I will be painting the picture above in technicolor. I am a bottle of angst in my natural state.
Tonight, my natural state is coming out. Welcome to your party, kitten.
I am playing rough tonight x 100. I want marks on your tits tomorrow. I want to hold you for an hour afterward. I want your endorphins to exit your body through a firehose. I wanna milk them back to life.
I’m a lit fuse, clickety-clacking away on my new iPhone painting a picture in my head serving more like a plan of attack in wartime movie.
Get the rope. Bring the Hitachi. Lay the cuffs out. You said you didn’t like the ball gag but you said that about anal at first too. Let’s give it another whirl. Tick tock, Kitten. Tick tock. Clickety-clacking away is coming to an end.
Keep on getting those ZZZs. For now.
You have no idea what is about to hit you.