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Her Cruel Master
by Jayesh Goyal

I've been observing her for days, perhaps even weeks, time consumed my vision
Her poisonous scent fills me with an undeniable hunger - a hunger for her, her fantasies, and the molten femininity that flows throughout her
Her beauty mesmerizes me to a point of implacable lust - a voracious feeling that is only released by thoughts of me kissing your feminine flames
She could feel me enveloped in her beauty; fantasizing me to become one thing - a predator of her wild desires - unable to resist your desires, I am compelled by our lust.
Today afternoon, sitting next to me, she felt satiated – I asked her - What's on your mind? She smiled with such sin; I wouldn't know where to begin – she whispered
Call me names and make me feel like a demimonde, grab me tight with your hands
The way I want it you may not understand - I demand you not be gentle with my femininity
Take what you want, but please be rough for God’s sake. I like having my hair pulled out by the roots - I like to be tortured, to be gagged blue
I like teeth to be used ruthlessly here and hither - control me, bite me hard, brutalize me, I know you want to ….
Suffocate me, lash me, burn me, make love to me - just take your time - it's so divine

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Her Cruel Master
by Jayesh Goyal

I've been observing her for days, perhaps even weeks, time consumed my vision
Her poisonous scent fills me with an undeniable hunger - a hunger for her, her fantasies, and the molten femininity that flows throughout her
Her beauty mesmerizes me to a point of implacable lust - a voracious feeling that is only released by thoughts of me kissing your feminine flames
She could feel me enveloped in her beauty; fantasizing me to become one thing - a predator of her wild desires - unable to resist your desires, I am compelled by our lust.
Today afternoon, sitting next to me, she felt satiated – I asked her - What's on your mind? She smiled with such sin; I wouldn't know where to begin – she whispered
Call me names and make me feel like a demimonde, grab me tight with your hands
The way I want it you may not understand - I demand you not be gentle with my femininity
Take what you want, but please be rough for God’s sake. I like having my hair pulled out by the roots - I like to be tortured, to be gagged blue
I like teeth to be used ruthlessly here and hither - control me, bite me hard, brutalize me, I know you want to ….
Suffocate me, lash me, burn me, make love to me - just take your time - it's so divine

......

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