“Here’s what’s going to happen:
I’m not going to take you from him.
You’re going to come over here.
You won’t be able to resist.
You’ll strip off your clothes.
You won’t even suck my cock.
You’ll be so wet you’ll beg for it.
You’ll know what I want you to do.
You’ll get on top of me.
You’ll rub me against your needy pussy.
And then I’ll tell you we should use a condom.
Just to hear you say: "No. Fuck it.”
Just to see you push yourself onto me anyway.
Just to see the look on your face as you come.
Just so you’ll be clenching and milking when I come.
Just so you’ll absentmindedly say you still l–oh fuck!
You’ll feel guilty. You’ll tell yourself this was a big mistake.
And then you’ll think about him. And the time. And your cycle.
And about how much your body won’t let you leave.
Your pussy will be nothing but betrayal, risk, and thrill.
Wet, gooey, fucked-up betrayal, risk, and thrill.
You’ll finger it. Deeper and deeper into yourself.
And then you’ll kiss me.
And tell me you want it again.
You see now?
I’m not going to take you from him.
You’re going to do all of that yourself.“
(Text submitted by our dear friend, UntilISay).
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- H