Get In My Swamp

by G.M. Fairy

I’ve always been a gentleman. An ogre, but a gentleman, nonetheless. Tonight, I’ll just defile her in my dreams.

Operation Pussy-Trap, commence.

Although I want it hard and rough, the thought of doing something she doesn’t want makes me soft. I want her to beg for it.

Oh my God, Liona, get a hold of yourself! This is Operation Pussy-Trap, not Operation Stockholm Syndrome!

“Dick,” I whisper to myself. “Oh, I’m sorry did you want something? It sounds like you’ve got one of my body parts on your mind.”

I’m not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed to discover he’s wearing pants, but not just any pants, no, gray sweatpants. Are you shitting me?

I anticipate him rolling me over and having his way with me. I don’t want that, but at the same time, God, I want that.