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February 13 - February 13, 2024
Just because I was in a committed relationship, doesn’t mean I can’t spot a fuckboy. You’re not coming near my vagina.” “I could come on your back if that works better?”
The thought of corrupting daddy’s ivy-league princess gets me hard. All that money spent on finishing school only to be finishing on my cock with a big smile on her face.
How do you take your coffee anyway? Jordan: Same way I take my men. Down your throat?
I’m an absolute slut for a backward ballcap.
“Stop being prim and proper and show me what a filthy slut you are when nobody’s looking.”
This woman’s got an ass built for back shots but a face made for missionary.
I spit on her clit, and her mouth drops open. “You spit on me.” “Yeah, I did.” I smirk, and the corners of her eyes wrinkle with a grin. “Do it again.”
“Do you want me to stop?” She stares for a moment. “No.” Her voice is breathy and seductive. “Then we’re not stopping. This is your fucking baptism, Sunshine.”
When she rises like a phoenix from that pile of ash, she’ll be a force to be reckoned with, and I’ll be here waiting to tame her when she’s ready.
“Maybe I should tattoo a diamond necklace on the back of my hand . . . that way I can dress you up whenever I want.”
I’m a total fucking simp for her. And I want to do everything I can to make her happy enough to stay. Forever.
All my life I’ve been pushing my limits to get a rush, to feel something—sex, fights, drinking, speeding, buying material shit I don’t need. Since you’ve been around, I’ve never felt more content. You are my rush.”
“I’m not going to be some quiet girlfriend on the side that other women think they can step over to get to you. I don’t want to be yours behind closed doors. I’m not a delicate princess—I’m a fucking queen. If you want me, that’s how you’re going to treat me. Leave your ego at the door, I want everyone to know that you kneel at my feet.” I cross my arms, waiting for his response, and mentally pat myself on the back for demanding my worth. “Yes, Your Highness.” His grin spreads across his face until he’s beaming at me. “I’m so goddamn proud of you.” My arms fall to my sides. “Thank you.” He
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Telling myself our relationship was nonexistent, did nothing. Saying it was just sex is laughable. No question, he’s got me under his spell, but I’ve got him under mine too.
“I can’t wait to see your body swallow each barbell. Tonight, you’re going to cry for every rung on my ladder.”
“You may be the queen but look how easily you’re ruled under my hand.”
“Because I kneel for you.” A smile spreads across his face, and I swear I melt into a puddle. “You wanted people to see this side of me, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m leaving my ego at the door. You are my queen, and I will kneel for you every day. You aren’t a quiet girlfriend on the side, you’re center ice.”
“Who owns you?” he grunts. “You,” I cry. He pulls me up, my ass tight against his pelvis. “No, baby. No one owns you. You’re too fucking vicious to have a keeper. But I’ll worship and love you for as long as I live to make you stay.”
There are moments in life you desperately want to hold on to, wish you could freeze time and space, bottle it up and take it with you. Open and breathe it in whenever you need to remember what it felt like to be alive. You wonder why it can’t be like this forever. It could disappear in seconds or hours, so you don’t dare move for fear of losing grip on euphoria.
I thought that being in love would feel like infatuation. Those heart-pumping, brain-scrambling, intense feelings of need. All the time. But it’s the opposite. Love is calm—it’s tranquil. It’s a feeling of mutual connectedness whether I’m thousands of miles away or in the same room. It’s companionship and friendship and understanding.”
me. I’ll happily get on my knees and do anything she asks. She’s mine and I’m hers. Falling in love changed us.
She’s my twin flame. My one and only. My forever. She’s corrupted me—in the best way imaginable.
