Ever since she twirled for me, I’ve had the overwhelming urge to tell her what to do. To take control of her body, shatter her into so many pieces that when I put her back together, she’ll never be the same again. I want her to feel things she’s never felt before, to fuck her into the deepest sleep of her life. Want her to wake up with a lingering ache from all the places I’ve grabbed and pinched and stretched her.
