Villianous Mischief

Wicked, wanton women tempt my being
Shake my core and rattle me to the bone
How I long to find myself at the mercy of a raven beauty
Giving myself to her whims and inclinations
Feeling her hands grasp my long hair
as my nails dig into her soft flesh
hear the obscenities fall from her beautiful lips
As I satisfy her urges.

I am overtaken with villainous mischief

Renewed Hunger

The only brightness comes from dreams, both waking and sleep.. How I long to be swept away in those dreams. I close my eyes and feel foretold promises on my skin, my body springing to life from nothing more than an image in my mind. A long ago dream, held just on the edge of reality.

I do love the alcohol induced cravings that find you selfish and sadistic. It brings my mind alive with fire, thinking of you taking out such wants on my body. Knowing that your selfishness will only fulfill my own wants. I close my eyes and feel the fierceness in your desire, hear the growls as they escape from your beautiful throat, knowing that I am at your mercy and nothing could excite me more.

You have always had a way of getting me twisted and forgetting everything else, even here and now, the rest of the world around me seems non-existent. Nothing more than your fingers tearing into my skin, your teeth clenching down onto my swollen nipples. The thought alone makes me want to scream out...My body begins to thrash, craving your touch, your voice.

Your power over me is evident, with the wetness I find between my legs. Your name drips from my lips, craving your ravenous touch. My body yearns to unleash frustrations that only grow stronger with each passing fantasy.

I now feed from these images, created in my mind. Each day brings a renewed hunger, an Appetite for Destruction. Compelling me to jump on a Nightrain and leave this all behind. Oh yes, I am ready to crash and burn.

Illusion of a Season

Never spoken to a woman like this before, huh?

Honestly, knowing you haven’t spoken to other women like this excites me.. makes me squirm, knowing that I can surely make a lasting impression on you.. knowing that when you close your eyes and reach between your legs, it will be my face you see, my touch you feel, my words that guide you as you slide your fingers into that wet snatch. It will be my instructions that created the ever present wetness that carries you throughout the day. Can’t you just imagine.. my voice whispering in your ear.. feeling my hot breath so close to your skin that it causes you to shiver..

In an effort to create an obvious physical reaction in you, I have created one in myself.. FUCK.. here I go again.. down the rabbit hole, chasing an illusion. Wanting that interaction with another, who dreams like me.. One who is erotic, insatiable, uninhibited, curious, and has no problems with sex and all of the implications that it holds..

Is it so wrong, to find yourself comforted by another illusionist? Another seeking the pleasures derived from images created from black ink and endless imaginations.. Some might think so, but I will never understand..

A feast it will be.. Hungry mouths seeking out pleasure found only in the body of the beautiful figure laying before them.. Ravenous fingers that dig into the flesh of wanting need.. Will you offer yourself up to the beast within? Or will you demand that I be the offering?