I want to sin with you.
Please keep touching me like that. I’ll do anything for you to continue.
You’re so good, all spread out for me like that. You’re so beautiful, so gorgeous. My perfect little pet.
Run your hands all over me, make me writhe with pleasure.
I love the expression on your face as I thrust into you.
I love seeing your neck, covered with hickeys, exposed for everyone to see. It lets them know that you’re mine.
It would be great to see you bound and tied up, just for me, like a pretty present of some sort.
The thought of your mangled corpse brings me joy.
I like to imagine my enemies on their backs and on their knees, welts across their stomachs and their chests. I want to see them in pain.
The look of fear on your face when I scrutinize you brings me so much pleasure.