Leaving you consumed, tormented and aching.
Every other women in your life stopped to exist.
I am all you're thinking about, but we both know you're doing more than thinking about me, and you feel dirty cause of it.
The fact that I know what you enjoy to do when you think of me and that it makes me laugh, only increases the ache.
I make you feel like you're dying on the inside but you can't help it.
When we talked a part of you hated me and wanted me dead the other felt like under a spell, one that left you feeling so weak yet so horny.
The hate only grew when you realised nothing will make you hard and excited but me breaking you into pieces. Humiliating you or worse teasing you sexually like a predator that you know sooner or later will grab for a knife and stab it right where it hurts you the most, your heart.
When I tease it's the worst cause it makes you even more confused.
What is my plan, why are you getting apparently a better treatement than the others? Do I really want you?
Why am I using you in such a way?
But you can't help it, even so you feel too excited to say no so you just let yourself go on with the feeling, waiting and hoping I won't damage you too bad.
I move closer, I know your every weakness, and by now I can bring you to ecstasy in a heartbeat with just 1 word.
You're scared of this but you want more.
All your mind can think of tho is..that I'm doing this to everybody, to every male, that for me this is FUN while you're losing control to every aspect of yourself including what you thought you knew the best, your dick.
It stopped working, right? The Porn, the clips, the other women, you can't get satisfaction anymore. Isn't that right?
You'd want me dead.
The Worst agony possible.
I can bring you high, I can make you cum in a second, or I can choose to not give you anything.
There's no way someone can do this, right, right?
It's your own body to control. not mine.
Oh, are you that sure? You seem to keep failing and failing.
And you stalk me everywhere.
For your FIX.
And I simply don't respond or am indifferent.
It almost feels unreal so you attempt like a mad animal to attack me .provoke me. so I can do something to you.
I laugh and am cold. I've been expecting this.
It hurts to be mine doesn't it.. isn't that why you want it so much?
Am I not the worst possible?
How can someone make you feel so much agony and leave you craving for just a few seconds of pleasure.
It's simple.. she has done it to so so many men.
To any man she's ever met.