There is a girl…
October 19, 2007 by Angela St. Lawrence
There is a girl that crosses her legs, manicured fingers intertwined carefully on her lap.
her pearls give you filthy notions, and her green eyes glitter with suggestion, but she is a tough nut to crack and doesn’t suffer fools.
But that is just one facet.
There is also a girl that loves to laugh, and makes lewd comments like a whore on the street. She unbuttons one too many buttons, and she has scars from being used like the slut she can be.
There is a girl that adores candlelight, and tight corsets, and excruciatingly long build-up, and the romantic words murmered through a silk gag, and it’s that same girl that loves to whisper in Your ear during dinner with Your parents, begging to meet her out in the mudroom where she’ll suck Your cock clean.
There is a girl that wants to wear a thick leather collar, and whimper softly from behind the gag. She wants to watch You watch her eyes, she wants to give You that look of slight fear and definite uncertainty, the one that gets You both off — but she wants it to be genuine. And forever.
So, until that day comes, i will continue to verbalize my passion in words, and scream my needs whether He reads them or not. And He will know who He is.
And i will do this until He stops me and whirls me around…His hand to my throat so i stop to focus on the next breath.
In that moment, nothing will matter but gulping His fuck.. while at the same time striving to keep Him inside my mind and violating my body, exposing every facet for His pleasure.